Unpacking 20 boxes of books…

Funny thing about my mother's painting…

One area of my mother’s life…

My mom was a character…

At nineteen, I, who did not read music...

More than ten years ago...

In honor of the Ides of March, a re-run…

When I was a child…

I was somewhere around three and a half…

Years ago, I found it in a gift shop…

From the desk of:

When we cleaned out Mom’s apartment…

“Why are these plates in the living room?”

Back in 1960, as a teacher…

I gave my dad a sticker…

When I was 9, I won the lead…

This Footstool is 112 years old.

My father, a proud University of Illinois alum…

Nostalgia doesn’t just live in the past.