Braided Lives

Braided Lives

You can’t make it through childhood without at least one notable event that stands out in your adult memory. For me it was my braids and while I prized them with all my heart, they were a source of conflict every Saturday. Just before dinner, my mother would insist on...
It Was a Dark & Stormy Night…

It Was a Dark & Stormy Night…

Winter 1955 I was in 10th grade, happy to have the house to myself and spend the day reading Frankenstein; Or the Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley. Frankenstein was first on a reading list I’d been given by my English teacher, Miss Goff. I adored her and how she made...