In the days leading up to her 84th birthday, my mom completed three crosswords each morning, raced us to the Wordle, swam every afternoon, negotiated an auto repair, wrote a poem, played tennis with her feisty friends, took her necessary daily walk and toasted the sunset each evening with a nice glass of oaky chardonnay. [...]
It seemed just about right when our friend John Jorgensen texted a few nights ago to note with amusement that he and my mom, Grandma Peggy, were both pictured in the current edition of the Compass, the Green Bay Diocese Newspaper. My mom and John have been sharing spaces for well over three decades. She [...]
Sometimes, all it takes is an abundance of Katherines and Mollys and Eds to turn a drizzly October weekend into something so enjoyable you hardly notice when the best franchise in the whole NFL plays one of its worst football games in recent memory. Yikes. But, even the growing cacophony of one annoying but well-deserved [...]
If you Google my mother’s name, you will discover that she died seven years ago, the victim of a horrifying crime. I know this because my mother, the vibrant and very much alive Peggy Kostelnik, called me and told me so. “Well, I’m dead,” she said and I asked her to explain. It turns out [...]
My sister Kathy already knew it was going to be a great day at Lambeau when she dropped her sunglasses on the escalator heading to her seats and a team of strangers rallied to send them back to her. "I've got them!" yelled a woman and held them up for her to see. Then that [...]