The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too old to be called young but not yet middle-aged, folded his body into the front seat. His…
In recent months, a few of you have asked about why I’m posting less often on this blog—apologies for not giving an explanation sooner. In short, it’s because I’m working full time as a biographer for a family history and storytelling company. So although I’m…
A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about “Questions and Answers,” cataloging my journey of the questions I asked when I was a toddler, all the way up to the questions that I ask now. But today, as I was thinking back on…