On not revising (at least for now)

On the evening of January 31, 2019, I sat in a third floor classroom of Loft Literary in Minneapolis and … More

Two Bedsides

March 4, 2006 The phone rang at our Texas home on Saturday afternoon. It was the nursing home Dad had … More

My forebears gaze at me, neatly arrayed in the sepia tones of 1936. In the center sits the patriarch, my … More

On Christmas night 70 years ago, my father sat down at a typewriter to write a letter to his family … More

During the last few years of my mother’s life, one of the most important set of tasks on her year-end … More

When I think and write about history, I use words. My book about my father’s transformation from boy to man … More

I spent several days last week working through archived papers of women journalists. I’d been to the National Women and … More

In 1972, Michigan Judge Stephen Roth ruled in Bradley v. Millikin that the requirement to integrate the Detroit Public Schools … More

Even when I was young, the obituaries were “must reading” in my local newspaper. I wasn’t a morbid child – … More

It was one month before Mom turned 90 – I knew that. It was three months before she died – … More