A couple of years ago, I overheard my husband describing my dad to someone. He said “he has white/gray hair.” “My dad doesn’t have white hair,” I said. “Uh, yeah he does,” Jon said. “No he doesn’t,” I insisted. “My dad has dark brown hair.” It took showing me a somewhat recent photo of my […]

A couple of years ago, I overheard my husband describing my dad to someone. He said “he has white/gray hair.” “My dad doesn’t have white hair,” I said. “Uh, yeah he does,” Jon said. “No he doesn’t,” I insisted. “My dad has dark brown hair.” It took showing me a somewhat recent photo of my […]

He grew up poor in Mexico, one of 11 children, with very few means. He worked hard, put himself through college in the states, then went on to get a Masters and Ph.D. He adopted two daughters and loved them with all his heart. He has long cared for, and continues to care for a […]

This is my grandfather.  That’s me, holding his hand and gazing up at him with complete adoration.  He is wearing a dress.  There are several things about this old photograph that raise some questions.  Let’s start first with the occasion.  This is a snapshot of my 4th birthday party and in a very matter of […]