Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

I only had one grandmother growing up. She was my dad’s mother, and she was kind, full of class, and very independent-minded. She was also…

It really all started with Instagram. When the new year began, I finally decided to join. At its most basic, I always considered it a…

I just finished a book where one detective asks another about a suspect. “What does your gut tell you?” A few days later, I’m watched…

As I continue visiting my past through old material about my mom’s life and reading ancient (!) journals of my own, it’s become clear my…