grew up on the Shoreline of Connecticut. My mother and father grew up here, too. Pop is from Branford and my mother from Old Saybrook, and the first twenty years of my life I spent traveling and living between those two towns.
We had the windows open on a warm evening. It was probably 1968 and I don’t recall anyone in Old Saybrook having anything more than a box fan, or possibly a window air conditioning unit…
What is a memoir? First, what it is not. It is not a biography, not the story of a life. It is a memory of a time or a place or an experience. In my…
Today I removed my memoir chapters from this site. I am nearing completion of the second draft and it was time to pull these first drafts off. As part of the same project, I am…
November is a love of mineI lay upon her lap and restShe strokes my hair with leaf-bare limbsTo let me know I’m heaven blessed She does not hide her cornfield’s stubbleNor the patterns in her…
