We kept driving north until we reached Winnipeg, Manitoba, where Rob had accepted a position at the University of Winnipeg.  I eventually created a job for myself at the Children's Hospital, setting up a closed circuit television station with a daily live show.  In the midst of launching the station we had our first child, Lisa.  Our son, Daniel, followed only 20 months later, so I hired a replacement at the TV station and switched to serving simply as a consultant for the hospital's Child Life Department.

In 1985 we decided to head for Chapel Hill on a reconnaissance mission, aka a sabbatical, to see if we could live in the South--and to have a third child, Matthew, outside the Canadian health system.  We loved living some place where we did not have a layer of frost inside our livingroom windows (not to mention inside our noses) and where cars did not have to be plugged in, so, after returning to Winnipeg for a year, we moved to Greensboro, North Carolina, where Rob joined the faculty at UNC-Greensboro.  I decided to postpone a job search until we had settled in. 

I am happy to report that we have almost settled in.   We spent a semester in London several years ago, but other than that I am not sure where the past thirteen years have gone.  Rob is still teaching at UNC-G.  Lisa is now 18 and a freshman at Harvard with a passion for dance (ballet) and no idea as to what she wants to study.  Daniel, who is 17, is in the midst of applying to colleges and spends his spare time swimming and writing rap lyrics that his parents are not allowed to hear.  Matthew is a 14 year old who plays trumpet and hopes to make a living as a professional skeptic.  Several years ago I began writing a parenting column for the local paper which gives me the opportunity to whine and complain about motherhood in a public forum.  My children are delighted whenever a letter to the editor appears suggesting that they should be removed from my care. 

Watching my children survive adolescence in a large, Southern high school has given me a new appreciation for our experience at College High.  Of course this appreciation is deepened by old age, which precludes my remembering very much at all, never mind accurately.  Hopefully some day we can all get together again to help each other stroll down memory lane and compare notes on how to grow old gracefully.

Update: August, 2000
As the summer began our youngest child, Matthew, was completing his freshman year of high school, our middle child, Daniel, had decided to attend Colgate University, and our oldest, Lisa, had finished a fantastic freshman year at Harvard and arranged to spend the summer at a research station in the Australian rain forest.  All was right with the world as we spent the weekend of Daniel's graduation together.  The following morning our lives fell apart.  Lisa was in a devastating car accident and sustained a severe brain injury.  Her survival was doubtful at first, but, contrary to the doctors' expectations, she somehow pulled through and after two and a half weeks in intensive care she was moved to a rehabilitation unit.  Even then the prognosis was very poor, but she has made remarkable progress and was discharged from the hospital in mid-August.  The ultimate outcome remains unclear, but we are cautiously optimistic--and awed by her determination to resume a full life after a year of rehab and recovery.