A place to preserve the common threads of my memories, stories, and life experiences—so what matters is not forgotten.
Some threads remain, quietly woven through a life.
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Long Cool Car with a Blue Hood
It seems everyone has at least one picture standing beside a car. I have several, taken over the years …
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Helicopter Ride, Anyone?
We moved to Barling, Arkansas, a few weeks before Christmas, not long after Dad returned from his second tour of Korea in the Army …
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Never Learned to Play the Piano
In the early 1960s, we lived in Highland Park, Illinois, near Fort Sheridan, where my father was stationed. I was very young, yet pieces of that time have remained with me, quiet and steady …
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Big Girls Do Cry
This photograph takes me back to a simpler time, when life was small enough to fit around a kitchen table …
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Coming of Age at Fort Knox
The summer at Fort Knox stretched on in a way that felt timeless. We had just arrived in June of 1972, after my father returned from Vietnam …