Riding Diesel Fumes to Texas: A Journey into Forever
Two smells always take me back to May 5, 1976. That's the date I left home and boarded a Greyhound bus to Buffalo, New York. Fuel fumes and the fragrance of French toast sizzling... More »
Two smells always take me back to May 5, 1976. That's the date I left home and boarded a Greyhound bus to Buffalo, New York. Fuel fumes and the fragrance of French toast sizzling... More »
My mother is very fond of oriental décor. The first memory I have of seeing oriental-style objects in our home is when I was about 12 years old. Actually, it was more of an ecclectic,... More »
During a recent set of readings about Voice and Narrative, I remembered a book I read many years ago. The book describes the way we use language to discover, define and reveal our selves. Anthem... More »
"You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives." -- Luis Buñuel Who would you be if you weren't who... More »