Walking With Ancestors

Last year I woke Christmas morning in my private rehab room, legs thickly bandaged. My head was laying on a handmade pillowcase decorated ...

“the   Modraniht , that is, in the night of the mothers[=matrons?]” History I came across this celebration when I was researching t...

In celebrating Christmas, my favorite family tradition involved the mystery of the orange in our stockings. While we waited for my Grandp...

One of my favorite things about the holiday season is witnessing moments of kindness between strangers as these events occur with more sp...

Photo by Kerri Kaiser Newman A few blocks north of the home where I grew up sits Glenwood Cemetery, bordering a public park where we sp...

On Halloween night, we held a Dumb Supper in our home, rearranging furniture to make room for non-corporeal guests. It sounds strange, b...

A man saved my life. I do not know his name. He died a year ago (2015). Maybe yesterday. Maybe the day before. But he was dead by tod...