Category: Childhood
I’ve been reading To Kill a Mockingbird lately, by which I mean I read a paperback version put out for the 50th anniversary and then I listened to the audio book and then I started […]
Be afraid. From Cybershot Pics The Doll, whose name I don’t remember if indeed it ever had a name beyond The Doll, lives. It looks like something of a horror movie. Hollywood might want to […]
Tradition is a fluid process, not a fixed point. And so it is that we put away the remnants of another Christmas past, burdened by our efforts to please both tradition and present reality. The […]
I grew up cash poor and opportunity rich. Â Maybe you won’t even know what I mean unless you too grew up in this way. Â Some people are born poor without anything to offset the mental […]
Meet Elizabeth Cottage, the house I think of as home when asked where home is. Â I lived in six houses and a dorm room from birth to age 18, but this one was mine up […]