Crumbling

My morning started with a sky clad in it's confederate grey cloak. The humidity clung to me with sticky fingers as I walked up the street. The impending rain would most likely make the afternoon more unbearable. Rarely, at this time of year, does the rain cool anything off. Its this time of year that... Continue Reading →

The New Girl

The summer of 1982 wasn't a groundbreaking by any standards, golf tourneys, and tennis opens, a few shuttle launches and a the return of a Soyuz. But what was significant about July 1982, was that this was the time my mother, Carroll Easton, found her way "home." My mother had taken a job in downtown... Continue Reading →

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