Written as I looked back on the day I sent a moving van north containing just the things we thought we could store for my mother.
Category Archives: Reflection
In the summer of 1996, I did a cross-country road-trip to join Anne in San Francisco, the city that would be our home for the next 14 years. I deliberately headed a bit south so that I could visit my parents in El Paso, the city that had been *their* home for 24 years and that would remain their home for another 20, until…well…2 weeks ago when my mother and I flew to Chicago so she could live with my
Bryson Latimer was a Petworth fixture.