The Journey Home

I have unearthed a box full of things my mother saved. A large brown scrapbook, my father’s discharge papers, the flag that covered his casket, a few pictures. Since I have begun this process of finding, these items suddenly present so many clues and some answers.The scrapbook I remember finding in the back of the bedroom…Read more »

Dead Battery

This day began with a long and complicated conversation with a new friend. After sharing stories and a little gossip, we walked out of the coffee shop into pouring rain. She had brought an umbrella. Mine was in the car. These things happen. After running an errand I returned to my car to find that…Read more »