Hunkered down, here on the Maine coast…

These are mine and mine alone.

I have always been fascinated with nicknames…

I wish I had known Grandma Burns when she was a little girl…

I loved discarded dolls…

I am obsessed with photographs.

On my last trip to Portland…

In the 60s, it was common for people to have pen pals.

I’ve been foraging and gathering…

For 70 years, I’ve kept an old “gold” pocket watch…

At my dad’s funeral…

My forever sweetheart…

Queens, New York.

Shortly after entering Hyde Park High School in 1937…

My mom, Margie, died three years ago…

The pandemic provided the perfect opportunity…

Blue eyes meet blue eyes.

My brothers and I each have a sleeping Santa bank…

Growing up in a family with three boys and three girls…

Christmas 1967.