All that water. All that sky. The Statue of Liberty. The ferry itself and whispers of Walt Whitman. I understood the great teaming life of the city from the bow of the ship. Something shifted inside me. As a landlocked product of the Missouri woodlands, I adore open spaces. A…
Leave a CommentMonth: May 2017
The landscape began to break up again as we approached Troyes. Hills and valleys of the Aube became more picturesque, with little villages beneath hilltop castles and churches. We drove into Troyes to look at the cathedral and the Eglise de la Sainte-Madeleine, two 13th-century churches that stood a few…
Leave a CommentThe night settled down in the old house in Palmyra with a sigh. My dad set us kids up in a bedroom on the second floor. The wood spoke in pinched tones under his feet as he descended the stairs and entered the living room. I could tell when the…
Leave a CommentI never really knew Rayford West very well. To my detriment, I don’t know his story or our family’s connection to him. He was not related to us but we called him Uncle Ray. What I know is that he amazed and frightened me. Cerebral palsy confined him to a…
Leave a CommentThe cell phone is at once a great communication tool and a menace. My friends and I stay in touch through the phone like never before. Where once I would have to send a letter or pay exorbitant telephone fees, I get to dial up whenever I want. It is…
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