The Family Home: A Metaphor Demolished

My ancestral home, or one of them anyway, is being torn down. It might have already been demolished. I never lived there; other than my own grandfather, I never knew the people who did. When distant relatives wax sentimental about their memories (via Facebook), I am...

“Mother’s Two Brothers” (part 1)

I picked up these photos at the antique shop, on the same trip when I found “Grandma and Grandpa Shaws Wedding Picture.” Whether the Shaws photo was jumbled with these or part of the group is tough to say. Of the group, I started with the one that gave the...