Sunday, April 26, 2015
What Goes Around Comes Around
7:32 PM

Dear Gillian, The Columbia Earth Day celebration was rained out last week. Seems fitting, in a way. Rain is the epitome of recycling: Raindrop to stream, stream to ocean, ocean to cloud, cloud back to raindrop. Repeat for a million years or so. Earth Day is very special to me. I was a freshman in college in 1970 when θ -- the Greek letter theta...
7:30 PM

Dear Dad, So here's the horrible truth, I totally missed Earth Day this year. I know, I know! You marched in the first Earth Day. You taught us about doing right, or as right as you can, by the environment before it was cool. We were composting things and reusing things and recycling things long before...
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Oregon to a Missourian
10:49 AM

Dear Gillian, Spring is just starting to peep out here in the Heartland. The trees are budding and the bulbs are blooming. In a week or two it will be honestly green. But Missouri is not Oregon. I think the real green every time I glance down at my right hand and see the sparkle of my UO ring. After 14 years as a professor here at the University...
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Missouri to an Oregonian
11:36 AM

Dear Dad, Remember in Eugene when you’d get those rare days in spring where, after dreary skies and an eternity of rain, the sun came blazing out in all it’s summer glory and no one came to class, not even professors because, well, the sun was shining! It’s that kid of day here in Portland. Unfortunately I’m no longer an undergraduate who can just...
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
8:03 PM

Dear Gillian, It’s hard to imagine two more opposite performers than our children. Gillian, our oldest, was born with showmanship. Last-minute complication had the nurses excited as they wheeled Cecile into the delivery room. But like the diva she was and is, she simply came out smiling and singing....
To Watch, To Dream, To Love
8:03 PM

On Friday night I sat in a darkened high school auditorium and watched my girl dance under the bright stage lights. I have seen this particular dance at least a hundred times. I sat through the beginning stages of learning it, listened to the ballet teacher stop and start and stop the music again and again to work on this step or that. I helped with...
Friday, April 3, 2015
4:49 PM

Dear Dad,Mom is on her way here to Portland right now, as I type this letter. She’ll be here, in fact, by dinner. Or long before dinner, actually, if I don’t get started on it soon. I know it’s not your favorite thing when she’s away, that you get lonely bumming around the house with only Greta for...
Have fun with Mom, but I get her back
3:55 PM

Dear Gillian,Oh, to be in Portland right now. Not just to give you a big hug or to tussle with Evie and Briton. But also to be on the receiving end of a knowing glance from your Mom.I’m not jealous, but I do miss Cecile when she is on the road. The house seems too quiet when the only foot treads are the clicking of Greta’s paws. Watching television...
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