A memoir-in-objects is on the drawing board
In 1989, my dad came to visit and brought with him a 9x12 manila envelope full of photos from his father’s estate. I chose only one to keep. The one Grandpa snapped while he was in France, Dad explained.
It’s of an artist painting en plein air. Her canvas appears complete, but is she finished? Is that grandpa’s coat, because it looks…
