I am on the phone with my parents, who live one thousand and sixty-seven miles away in upstate New York. ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2016/12/11/the-making-of-a-liar/
I had been a clergy wife for four years, and a mother for three. My son had just celebrated his ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2015/12/06/striving-to-tithe/
The theme for WordSprout’s February’s Story Slam – which I did not perform at – was “Spill the Beans.” This ... Continue reading
I am sitting on a red plastic chair at the gray laminate table in our kitchen. My parents bracket the ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2014/12/07/the-clean-plate-club/
Eleanor Roosevelt Votes in Hyde Park, 1936 Courtesy National Archives November 14, 1994. That’s when we got the voter registration letter. ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2014/11/02/getting-out-the-vote-a-family-tale/
I did not tell a story for the October Story Slam “In the Doghouse” – my second skip of the ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2014/10/13/the-marriage-dance/
I’ve posted a couple of stories involving my daughter on this blog. It seemed time to share one about my son. ... Continue reading
In honor of my daughter’s graduation from the University of Chicago last weekend – with a Master’s in Divinity, no ... Continue reading
I. I was nine when we moved into the house on Greensview Drive. Greensview, not Green view. We lived on ... Continue reading
https://paulareednancarrow.com/2012/06/06/three-times-my-father-forgot-to-be-clark-kent/