First, the doorbell rings. I think it is way too late for visitors and assume it is the police. My sister Jeanne is a teenager and always seems to be in trouble, at least with my father. I sneak out of bed and crack my door open to hear who it is. I hear a…
I am sitting in a plastic orange chair, fit for a six-year-old. My first grade class is seated in a circle because it is almost time for show and tell, which is my favorite part of the morning. It is my turn today and I am bursting with excitement. As the last of five children,…
It is 1980, I am ten years old and holding a photograph. It is about four by four inches square, glossy, with 1969 written along the white rim. I found it in a box of photos I’d never seen before, in a storage area of the garage I’d never combed through. I’m doing research for…
