Share this 4-part journey, spanning more than half a century, with an average American woman, who opens her heart and soul to her readers, in an effort to guide them to their own self-discoveries.
Attending a family reunion of descendants of my nineteenth century Irish ancestors migrated to Canada. Mingling with fourth cousins I learned a lot about my Irish roots.
When you start blathering on about illegals, I start thinking of every time my family had to watch your ancestors assimilate to their new "American" way of life.
We have all been hurt by a family member at one time or another. It hurts more because you feel family should be your support no matter what.
My father told us some fascinating stories of growing up in southern Indiana, right on the Ohio River. He was a funny practical joker and here are some of his stories: A lasting memorial and tribute.
My maternal grandma was one of the most caring persons you would want to meet. In this article, I remember her life, challenges, and the great joy that grandma gave to me as a young boy.
Honest thoughts about sibling relationship.
Between 1845 and 1852 there was a famine which spread throughout the farmlands of Ireland. An outbreak known as "blight" or Phytophthora infestans attacked the soil and left most of the potato crops uneatable. Ironically the government was still...
My great-grandma Bertha Kuehn immigrated to the U.S. with five kids in 1882. Until her death in 1923, great-grandma lived a challenging and colorful life on the Door County Peninsula of Wisconsin.
This is the story of my grandparent's life, love, loss and faith, and how it impacted me on many levels.