Hank

I explore antique shops to look for stories. Every piece inside is a narrative about the past. I find parts of my own history woven into the aisles. A mushroom canister set from the 70s takes me back to baking in my mother’s kitchen. A very old, heavy, black rotary phone reminds me of my … Continue reading Hank

Chapter 3

March is Brain Injury Awareness Month. On this blog I have written about our experience with TBI, but so far the story remains locked in my computer in draft form. I claim it is finding time that is preventing it from being finished, but when I read it again, I am not so sure that … Continue reading Chapter 3