The older you are, the more tales live in your heart and in your head. I write about immigrants and pioneers who came by train to Northwestern North America, expatriates to the Far East, and my own love for Maine. Stories transport us through space and time—from there to here, from then to now. Stories reveal how things change, and how they stay the same.
Fragments of the past help us to understand who we are. The timeless imprint of family leaves its mark on husbands, wives, daughters, sons, and grandchildren. We feel the existence of people we will never know. I’d like to hear from you as my blog travels through time and space, and around the globe.