February 24, 2020

He was James Andrew. I am Andrew James. Today is my dad’s birthday. I struggled for a minute with how to write that sentence, wondering whether it should be past tense. Today “was” my dad’s birthday? No. He’s gone, but this day is still here, and it is still the day he was born. Writing … Continue reading February 24, 2020 →

Dilapidations of Time

Lately I’m spending more and more time with objects from my family’s past. I have some beauties: my great grandpa’s razors, his money clip, his pipe collection, his Navy sea bag from WWI. I have a sleeve of shuttlecocks of unknown provenance, but certainly from my family, probably from Aunt Arleen, the amateur champion golfer … Continue reading Dilapidations of Time →