Essays by Karen Anderson
For 30 years, writer Karen Anderson was a columnist for the Traverse City Record-Eagle. She's contributed weekly essays to Interlochen Public Radio since 2005. Listen for her essays on Sundays at 8:39 and 10: 57 a.m. on IPR News Radio.
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My father wasn’t much of a cook but he always washed the dinner dishes. It was my job to dry and put them away.
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Sometimes my mother would ask, in a not-happy voice, “Who was your servant last year?” I knew the answer and she knew I knew.
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When I first met Betty she looked up from her book of wild flowers, gave me quick greeting and returned to her task of identifying a flower she had found in the woods.
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For the first hour, paddling seems effortless and I watch the scenery going by .... By hour two, my back is aching but when I cross my legs, the ache is gone.
