A Septuagenarian Writer

….my relationship with myself is the crucial beginning of all my art.

Journal entry, March 1986

When Polly Met Billy

(This piece was written for my grandchildren even though some are still too young to appreciate it. The oldest, now nine, was a toddler when her Great Grandma Vance died. Her Grandpa Vance had passed away some years earlier. A bit of family history told from a unique perspective shines a warm light on the… Continue reading When Polly Met Billy


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