My forebears gaze at me, neatly arrayed in the sepia tones of 1936. In the center sits the patriarch, my great-grandfather, Francis Hyde. His eyes appear to regard me from under a fez-like hat, but I know he sees nothing. He has been blind for many years. His hands rest on his thighs, encircling the… Continue reading The Making of Margaret Hyde
My niece is getting married early next month, and my gift to the happy couple is preparing the food for the afternoon reception. I love cooking and have hosted many big parties, but there’s still a lot of prep work involved in an event like this. So this week—while on spring break from teaching—I’m rolling… Continue reading Marriage Musings
My mother found a lot of ways to refer to her four daughters during the decades she wrote her weekly newspaper column. Often we were an undifferentiated brood—the girls. When we were specifically called out it might be by birth order, year in school, size, or even Girl Scout rank. So at various times, I… Continue reading Writing about family – Whose story is it?