The man I remember as my great grandfather was a fit, bespectacled man with thinning white hair and a kind smile. Wearing a starched white shirt, black pants, and a dark tie, he sat on the grass in a lawn chair one hot, muggy, Wisconsin afternoon, proudly watching his children and grandchildren enjoy spending time together. Even over-dressed for a…
Grimm
Photos from the Past
Fresh from our family archives is a photo of the village of Grimm, Russia, taken from the side view of a typical home. I suspect the home belongs to a relative of ours, although I cannot confirm that detail. In the foreground, the roof of the home is in disrepair, with part of it actually missing. A small mud and…
Braha’s Name Secrets
One of the hardest things for me to do as an author is naming people and places in my work. Sometimes I become so obsessed with names that I can’t focus on writing my story until the names are perfect. A perfect name sounds right and has the appropriate connotations when spoken aloud or read silently. Believe it or not,…