A few words about Irene

My sister Irene has been my best friend since childhood. She is the eldest of three girls, with me, the middle child. She's gentle, tough, sensitive and practical. She also has iron filings in her nose, which is a way of saying she can get un-lost from anywhere. Irene has degrees in Counseling, Theology and Religious Education, and spent much of her working life as a clinical counselor. Before that, she worked for a State operated Center for the Developmentally Disabled. She worked her way through Mundelein College and Roosevelt University at all manner of jobs, from The Pilot Guide Dog Foundation to cab driver, to Internal Industrial Security. And let us not forget short order cook! Our younger sister, Sylvia, is not yet computer literate, doesn't have a computer, by choice, so she's not writing here.

She worked for many Civil Rights and Human Rights Issues. She was a Freedom Rider back in the early sixties, which terrified and pleased my parents. She has always played basketball, and nothing ever kept her down if there was a game. Her bones and joints are paying for that now. Last but not least, she raised our nephew, from the age of six, with her wonderful partner of now forty-five years. They sometimes say they got menopause and motherhood the same year.

It will take Irene some time to getting around to writing here, but it will happen, and will be worth the wait, so heads up!