Walking With Ancestors

I am an English mutt. But don’t let the fact that they kept diligent records fool you. For as many names as you see here, there were so m...

I wrote this the night Carrie Fisher died. But my heart hurt too much to finish it. When her mother, Debbie Reynolds, died the next day, ...

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...