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The Sound of My Mother Screaming
I remember the sound of my mother screaming. One memory leads to another. And another. And a photo unearthed from those days is not only the photo of that event but is also the thing [...]
Driving a Car at the Age of Four
I was four years old in 1981, and I loved to drive my parents' car. That probably needs a little clarification. Let’s start with this: My dad, 24 years old, fresh out of Bible school, [...]
From Istanbul to the Journals of a Girl Now Gone: The Importance of Stories
I remember climbing out of the cab in front of the apartment building in Istanbul, Turkey. Walking up to the quiet building. Pressing the buzzer. A crackling voice came through the small intercom. "Yes?" "This [...]
This is the Grandfather Who Sometimes Went Missing
Photo by Sebastian Siggerud via Unsplash I write at my grandfather’s desk, the one with the top that folds down revealing seven small compartments and eight tiny drawers. The drawers smell like cedar and the [...]