Childhood Reflections To me, he stood six feet ten, fierce, unyielding. Curly, black hair and quasar blue eyes gave him the look of a modern day ‘Blackbeard’. In reality, he reached five feet, eleven inches, although I had the inflexible part right. I agree, at eight years old, certain things loom larger when laced with [...]
December 21, 2009 I met Sam today, the son of the woman who told me Nicholas had Autism and who held me that first day when I cried. It wasn’t intentional this time, bumping into her son. I’d deliberately put myself in front of her with Nicholas that first day. I’d had a sudden wavering [...]
When asked to write an article I usually do not have a problem as I’ve had a verbosity spirit upon me for many years dating back to the early years when stringing sounds together sometimes made a word, sometimes just a pretty sound. You can also note I have a run on sentence spirit to [...]
The rock I leaned upon Carried the name of my family. The arms that held me tightly Belonged to my family. The voice that called out to me During the hard times Came from the lips of my family. And I walked down the path of life Holding the hands of my family. But so [...]
Researching one’s family history can be a most interesting and rewarding endeavor. To start, you must record as much information as you can collect from living relatives, any records left dusty boxes and attics and then of course from your own personal recollections. Write down family stories your grandma told you, even the different variations [...]
