A letter to my grandmother about the day I learned some of her secrets.
Category: Family
A coming home to an island that helped shaped my world view sixty years ago.
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Dad’s Last Ride
My father rode down King Street for the last time just before noon on Saturday, May 27.
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My Father’s Eulogy
John Peter Illo never learned to swim in water, yet he swam at odds with the cultural flow, cross grain to the tide.
The pictures on our bedroom wall each contain at least one memory—a captured spirit or ghost, if you will.