I do not know the story...

Four years ago, when my wife Judy died...

I was going through my photos…

The leaden skies shared their burden…

My grandmother’s letter…

My grandfather was a tailor who emigrated from Germany…

Shortly after leaving the practice…

To a fourteen-year-old girl living in Lakewood, Ohio…

I can’t not remember you…

Once upon a time, my sister and I sat for a portrait.

For my mother’s 75th birthday…

Everyone that my grandmother loved…

I left my homeland, Cuba, when I was seven…

Marushka is about 130-years-old.

My mom, Sherry…

“Awww, look. The lake’s full of water again.”

As I write this in mid-June…

At age four, I was a serious Cubs fan.

Born in 1952, I am the only…

I was three in 1938 and sleeping in a crib…