Her palms hovered just inches from her ears, fingers-spread. As if a metronome, my mother's hands rocked back and forth as she spat, "You are JUST like your father!" I never needed a decoder to understand that this phrase conveyed a mother's disappointment; her eldest child, and only daughter, carried on the mannerisms and point … Continue reading Where is the Story?
Sixty-one years ago, my mother left campus life behind to visit a little town a couple of hours south. In truth it wasn't the little town she wanted to see, but the family of the man she loved. Marilyn Minor was a junior occupational therapy major at the Richmond Polytechnic Institute that fall of 1952. … Continue reading This Day in Family History: September 21, 1952