There was a lilac bush by the house I grew up in, by the little balcony on the one side of the house. The house was built into a hill, so if you ran up the stairs on the outside, you'd end on the second floor. The balcony was at the top of the stairs, by a… Continue reading The Scent of Memory
Category: Family
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Levi Z (b. 2008) Self-Portrait, early 2017 school paints on construction paper Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Z Artist's note: "I forgot I have grey glasses now." Curator's note: I told him it was fine; we all have a little trouble seeing ourselves with absolute clarity from time to time.
Empty Frames
We don't have any pictures of our boys' birthmothers. I am sad about this for my boys. They have asked about pictures, a little, and I think it will be more important to them later, as they grow up and think more about what adoption really means. Perhaps when they are first asked to make… Continue reading Empty Frames
Doesn’t Count
When I married into my neighborhood, The Fountain had been in existence for nearly thirty years, and was a local landmark. I directed people to our home (the ones who didn't already know where we lived along with our collective lineage for eight preceding generations) with, "If you pass The Fountain on your right, it's the next farm… Continue reading Doesn’t Count
Here We Are
I am told that it is National Siblings Day, though who puts together this calendar of daily can't-miss events I will never know. And so here we are, all five of us in the same frame, and I cannot tell you how rare that was. I think the dial had just flipped over to 1980,… Continue reading Here We Are