My great-grandmother (far left) and her bowling team. She was the coolest.
Messick High School basketball game. Memphis, TN. 1950s.
Please read my newest piece, a short memoir/essay, if you find the time. And a big thanks to The Grief Diaries for accepting my work!
Downtown New Orleans, Louisiana. December 2015. I broke my toe the day before. Taken by the amazingly talented Lenore Seal.
My father’s parents, when they had just graduated high school. This must’ve been in the mid 1950s, Memphis. They were very much in love. I would love to have a love like theirs.
I turned 30 on November 18th. It’s been a magical week with white roses, projections of Kurosawa films, dancing, champagne, friends, family, and one huge party with a haiku competition. This year’s haiku theme: me. Memphis, TN. 2015.
Memphis, TN. Early 1970s. Great-grandmother in center, and my dad in those fly-ass checkered pants.
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Hawaii, 1968. Taken by my great-grandmother on vacation.
Ladies at a church reception for a bride-to-be, 1966. From my great-grandmother.
My great-grandfather, hunting. 1960s.
My grandmother at a wedding. She was always so beautiful.
Memphis, TN. 1970s.
My grandfather (from my mother’s side) in his uniform. Circa early 1960s.
Fort Courage, Arizona. July 14, 1970. Taken by my great-grandmother.
Flowers at Disneyland, July 1970. Taken by my great-grandmother.
July 1970. Taken by my great-grandmother on vacation.
The Grand Canyon. July 14, 1970. Taken by my great-grandmother.
Two recent pictures. Why not? You've seen my relatives, both long-gone and alive.
The first is from a museum party; the Jenny Holzer installation was broken, hence the face.
The second is me at school, teaching how different animals use their senses of smell.
My father (third from left), his siblings, and my great-grandmother on a road trip to California. 1965.