A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

In the winter of 1982, despite the abundance of ice outside, we found ourselves at an indoor rink in Omaha, skates laced and nerves steady. Dottie, Karen, Jenny, and John took to the ice with Mary, their mom, steadying the line. Even I stepped out, awkward but determined, circling under the bright lights. What remains is less about skill and more about the simple rhythm of family gliding together, a frozen moment that still carries warmth over 40 years later.