It’s funny how life unfolds. After I decided to start this journal–based on material I already had–I received more fuel for my fire. Lots of fuel. Mom began digging into family history years ago, but she was sitting on a goldmine–the proof, so to speak–about which I’d nearly forgotten. I’d been all abuzz over a…
My sister and I refer to traits from our father as our “tendencies.” Fortunately, many of his were exceptional: dad was funnier than hell; he was well-educated and smart as a whip; he was highly comfortable in social settings, with public speaking and on the phone; he could craft a beautiful, heartfelt letter or a…
finding merle 