
On this day, June 10th, what would have been my mother’s 69th birthday had she not passed away suddenly last October, I am conflicted.
Do I have the right to write about family history yet again?
And yet without the past, it’s difficult to write about the future. They are connected, by both visible and invisible lines, threads of beliefs and behaviors, attitudes and antagonisms, odd coincidences and strangely fortunate happenings. Particularly in my family. Continue Reading


One thing I have struggled with while uncovering my family’s complicated past is the lack of consistency in naming conventions before the digital age.
On a lark, I signed up for a “BrandYourself” account a few weeks ago.