For the twenty-ish years of my childhood, my dad's job kept our family relocating every two or three years. Our family vacations and holidays were spent going "home" (where my parents had been raised and where our grandparents still lived). We were always Away, but they were always There. For the twenty-ish years of my … Continue reading Left behind.
Where have you gone, Mister Rogers?
On the 50th anniversary of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. I dread the doorbell ringing. The doorbell rings, and my imagination goes on one of its many unhelpful jaunts through recent news stories (Military Spouse Attacked in Home Invasion) and into a traumatic future (What will the kids do when they come home from the bus and discover … Continue reading Where have you gone, Mister Rogers?
A Moving Yarn 