My father was an exporter who travelled internationally…
Why would I slave over a pile of cardboard…
I grew up on the North Shore of Chicago…
A pad is a strange thing to hold onto from childhood…
The Point Ration Book & Token Pocket belonging to my grandparents…
My father kept very orderly records.
I remember when I could fit through the gate at my grandmother’s townhouse…
We hadn’t met yet, but she was on our swing set…
Nestled in my furred purse are a necklace, two rings, a bear's claw…
Up until I was 14, before we moved to Southern California…