I am running to my father’s side because he has called me.

Claribel Nash neé Wiese had been a school-teacher, too. For a time in a one-room schoolhouse near Cumberland, Indiana

Summers in Schuylkill County, PA were halcyon days in regards to food.

I asked my mom why Butch despised me--was it just because I was gay? No, Mom said, there’s more to it than that

Just before the big flood of 1972 in Rochester, New York, in the wake of Hurricane Agnus, my father moved out of our house for good.

we walked through the gap in the chain-link fence and across the leafy graveyard with its live oak trees and silvered Spanish moss

Anyone alive in the 70s will remember stuffed monkeys made from tube socks

Aunt Jean would read popular psychology books on the #50 trolley as it bounced down Fourth Street in fits and starts toward Passyunk Avenue.

May 3rd, 1971. We're having a party. I’m six years old, and my parents still speak to one another.

Mum’s strategy for keeping her domestic world in order involved a strict but predictable regime of household tasks that could not be altered