February 2, 2012 The Cemetery On The Hill Across the street from where we live in Fishers is a hill, and atop the hill is an old township cemetery. There aren’t too many inhabitants at this writing, but they date from the mid 1850s to more recent times.
May 21, 2011 The “-ist” Addendum I have wondered many times over the past several decades about the fairness with which certain labels are placed on people. And are all people really treated equally under our laws?
May 5, 2011 Near And Far Cousins come in all shapes and sizes. Our family had its share. On both sides of the family cousins were always around for the good times and the not so good times.
May 3, 2011 “Our Family Lived Amongst Them” We lived where people were afraid to drive by for fear of becoming contaminated or maimed in some way. It was that place where those unnamed, uncared for, different individuals lived and made strange noises in the night.
May 5, 2011 The Magic Of A Pile Of Pillows I had forgotten—if I ever knew—that out of a pile of pillows one could make a submarine, a plane, a ship, an island, a whale, a Star Wars spacecraft, and all sorts of other things.