P.S. Words Fail Me

Just before the 75th anniversary of D-Day in June 2019, I posted an idiosyncratic childhood memory of that event along Continue reading →

Family Lawyer

My great-grandfather, Joseph Hubley Ashton, was a 19th-century lawyer and a powerful voice for birthright citizenship as a pillar of Continue reading →

Target Zone October 1962

On a bright blue October afternoon 60 years ago I put my twins in the stroller, tied the (pre-Velcro) shoes Continue reading →

For the Duration

When one of my granddaughters asked if the Covid-19 experience was like anything I could remember, I said no. But Continue reading →

D-Day Memory: Then and Now

On a Tuesday in early June 1944, near the end of 5th grade, I woke to find my mother extremely Continue reading →

P.S. We’re All Nasty Now

I posted “Generations“ in May 2015, when Bernie Sanders was a gleam in the eye of the Left, Jeb Bush Continue reading →

#Tech #Support

During my long-ago childhood I could never have imagined that a phone—a heavy, stable black object—would become a traveling computer Continue reading →

P.S. Mining in Colorado, 1951

Memories elicit memories, in listeners and readers as well as in the one who tells the stories or writes them Continue reading →