Memory

Memory

My memory begins with water in my nose. It is the earliest thing I can remember. Lake Champlain in Vermont, I am one and half years old in my little bathing suit. My parents are on their way across the country, my dad has a job waiting for him in Renton, WA at a large […]

Another Time

Another Time

It was another time, long ago and far away, but I still remember the feeling in the air—hope. I was just a kid, a little kid, but you could sense the optimism