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It was a dull wet day in March, 1975, I wanted the earth to give way and lead to another reality…
Photographs have a way of organizing us into slots of time, space, memory and perhaps temperament…
This is the first time in 14 years that I haven’t been sitting on the edge of a baseball field through April and May…
She never once let us call her Grandma. She wasn’t exactly a grammie or a nanna. She felt that those endearing terms didn’t capture her spirit. She loved Elvis…