Passing of the Baton

Passing of the Baton

…and then sprung up off the couch, returning a minute later carrying a black three-ringed binder. “Here,” she said, handing it to me. My mother’s binder: a collection of photos,…

Coincidence?

Coincidence?

It was January 17th, 2008 when I finally picked my mother’s black binder up off the shelf. A new year, full of resolutions, including one big one—to unearth and record…