Joey

That’s what I always called him, and how I will remember him, even though he was long since “Joe” to everyone, even his brother and sister.  But he was Joey to me, my big grown-up cousin, more than a decade older than me so seeming like an adult even...
Good-bye, Grandma

Good-bye, Grandma

The reason no one was home when our house essentially exploded into flames [Labor Day 2011] is that John’s grandmother had died just a few days before, and John and I were in Baltimore with our little kids for the funeral, while the big boys hung out with...

And Justice for All

Lorelei stated rather matter-of-factly the other day that the next time we go out of town, our house will burn down again.  And of course I told her that will not happen, that it is very, very rare for a family to suffer such a random, terrible accident. That’s...
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling . . .

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling . . .

Just look at that smile. That is what I will always remember about Rick Donovan.  The father of one of my dearest friends, he died at home on July 25, 2011 of esophageal cancer. I was a frequent visitor at the Donovan home when I was in high school, and I could always...

Justice for Henry

I became a fan of Katie Allison Granju at least ten years ago, when she was writing her column “Loco Parentis” in the Metropulse (that’s our alternative weekly for my non-Knoxvillian readers.).  It was near the back of the paper, I remember, and the...
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