by andiatkins@gmail.com | Mar 23, 2022
When I step outside on an early spring day and the still-chilly air mixes with the warm sun, an aroma often rises from the damp ground. I know that smell: It’s the smell of softball. That evocative sense can place me right back on the infield outside my high school,...
by andiatkins@gmail.com | Dec 20, 2021
When the album Beatles ’65 came out, Mary, my neighbor, rushed to my house to play it on my brother’s “stereo,” a crude record player with two speakers trailing out from either side of it. Over and over, we listened to “I Feel Fine” and “I’m a Loser” until we could...
by andiatkins@gmail.com | Jun 1, 2021
I nudge aside the box of Multi-grain Cheerios as I reach for my oatmeal. I’m never going to choose it for my breakfast, but there it stands, a seemingly inconsequential pantry item that speaks volumes. Sophie, my 26-year-old daughter, ate a bowl of it nearly every day...
