Category Memoir

It is 1903. Arthur Kenney, with his wife Margaret and their two sons, buys two tracts of land in Mellen, Wisconsin. They’ll build a house on one and subsistence farm the other. Arthur will try his luck as a saloon…

What happened the year I turned eighteen? Well … not much It was the summer after my senior year of high school at a party with way too much alcohol and way too many eighteen-year-olds. People were out drinking in…

My university experience was very liberal arts. Not liberal art as in a philosophy major but liberal arts as in no particular thought of future employment. I started out as a math major and added physics when my advisor coincidentally…

I was late to the bicycle. As a little, little kid I was more than happy with my dad’s depression era coaster. I’d roll it up to the top of our block, generate some speed going downhill, jump on and…

Four Months in Beijing. By 1999 I had sixteen years in as a software developer and I was tired. I had been studying Mandarin off and on for a decade and had finagled a modest scholarship to attend the Beijing…