The Emigrants
When I think of our move to Minnesota in winter 1971, a few things come to mind: white, white and … more white. Well, that and a movie starring Max von Sydow and Liv Ullman. The sheer starkness of a...
View ArticleThe Name That I Have
Odd that just the other day President Obama held a conference at the White House on bullying, because that was the very topic of my next post. At the conference the president said, “If there’s one goal...
View ArticleConfessions of a Recovering Jesus Freak
In the early 1970s, a major shift occurred at home. Mother found God. Or, should I say, “Jesus spoke to her heart.” It happened during the summer, when Brian and I were home from school. She’d flown...
View ArticleNavarre Was Never Far
Few things were held in higher esteem within the Family Project than our ancestry. Dad was proudly French, with German on his mother’s side. Mom was Irish, her father’s family making up the English...
View ArticleWalking the Tracks
Guess you could say my early “career track” was a bit wobbly, if predictable. Predictable: Show of hands if your first job was “paperboy.” Thought so. Busboy? Check. Fast-food cook? Yup. Schlepping...
View ArticleFacing Goliath
“I cannot go in these,” David said to Saul, “Because I am not used to them.” —1 Samuel 17 Sunday, 5:00 p.m., Nov. 9, 2008: My girlfriend at the time, AJ, and I attended worship service at House of...
View ArticleYou Can Have the Town
“Saw her walking thru the crystal court/she made a scene by the revolving doors…” —The Hold Steady, “Party Pit” We motored into Navarre, Minn., in our blue-green Chevy station wagon one snowy, cold...
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