My one chance in life to play the Virgin Mary was ruined by Freddy Bobb. I swear it was him. Each year, our Sunday School retold the story of the first Christmas and one particular year, Freddy was chosen to be Joseph and I was blessed with the role of his pregnant fiancé. The... Continue Reading →
Few children consider their parents adventurers. Our moms and dads are ordinary folk. They are not people with lives and intents of their own. They don't arrive in our lives, but we in theirs: we don't have the luxury of seeing them coming. They are, if we're lucky, benevolent personages. Mine were; a comfortable... Continue Reading →
Cousin Michael Lamb, Kimmie Gail & Shirley AyersEaster / Middletown, OHIO The stateside world I knew was bounded by the gentle hills of the Ohio River Valley. My grandmother lived just across the river from Cincinnati in northern Kentucky. My mother and father and I would fly into this cool and pleasant place every... Continue Reading →
3rdculturekid: an american childhood someplace else 