The story of a rose: In the summer of 1983 I signed up to read to blind folks in Anchorage. I met a lovely old lady named Omega, who lived in a trailer south of town, and did not actually want anyone to read to her. What she wanted was company, so for several years […]
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Mother’s Day
This picture shows me sitting in the family cemetery at Judes Ferry. The date is January 21, 2018, just after we had buried my father. To the right of that fresh patch of red clay is my mother, buried in October of 1994. Further still to the right is my baby brother, born and buried […]