by Rebecca Copeland | Oct 26, 2022 | Family
The recent flood in my St. Louis house has put me in mind of other houses I have lived in along the way. Houses are so much more than shelters. They are more than prized possessions. They are containers of memories. The houses we have lived in and left shape the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 17, 2022 | Family
When I was born my father’s colleagues sent him condolences. I was the fourth daughter. The year was 1956, long before parents knew about “gender reveals.” Mine had prepared for a son. Of course they’d have a son. How could they have another daughter? But I was... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 5, 2022 | Family
“Come here,” my father said as he stepped off the path. “I have something to show you.” We ducked under branches and tore through brambles. He was always careful to hold the twigs and branches so that they wouldn’t swish back and slap me in the face. We crept down the...
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