I know you’re looking off to the side because the guy at Photorama told you to. Look over there, wistfully. You probably didn’t even know what wistful meant back then. I’m writing to you because I’ve been helping plan our 30-year reunion with a group of friends. We’ve been going through old yearbooks, tracking people… Continue reading Dear 17-Year-Old-Self
Last week, the world lost an amazing person. My high school English teacher, Mrs. Pierce, died on March 19. I can still hear her raspy voice teaching me how long a paragraph should be. I can see her floating around the room in her signature floral dress, checking everyone’s papers. In 11th grade, I… Continue reading Mrs. Pierce
My 25th high school reunion is next year. I was 25 when I got married for the first time. So it has been a young, stupid, naïve Kari since I graduated from high school. It seems like just last year I was rocking a mullet with six-inch bangs, listening to some Def Leppard and all,… Continue reading 25 Before My 25th
A Grace Full Life 