Learning to dance

Learning to dance

Learning to dance Back to blog Somehow, we started talking about dancing. I recounted how my brother and I were not given a choice in the matter. “When I was in junior high, my folks told me that it was time I learned how to dance.” And that was that. So...
Reunion

Reunion

Reunion Back to blog “My mom died when I was only four, and my dad didn’t have a choice. There were five of us kids living on the farm, and there was just no way he could take care of all of us.” Marilyn has told this story a few times, because I...
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