Some memories hold on. They dig in deep and maybe we're unaware; but a photograph, a sound, in my case, often a smell, slams the entire vignette into the present. When this happens, I write as much as I remember.... Read more →


1968 – Jack Speaks We are all standing in the living room of the big white house in North Kalamazoo. This is where we lived briefly when our parents first taught at Western Michigan University. Of everything I remember from... Read more →


Annie's prototype. Not exactly this pattern because it won't hold its shape; but you get the general idea, I think. Also, it is NOT going to be green. If it had a cable pattern, I suppose it could be green.... Read more →