Maia smiled for she believed what she saw. And while she collected the eggs from the hens, slowly placing each egg in the basket for her mother, she let what she’d seen play through her mind and slowly turn into a memory.



Family Histories, “Born and Died”, with the personality missing – what good is it? Tracing the line through sets of names captures little.
The idea here is to capture and preserve a shadowy glimpse of the beauty; to get beyond the impasse, the disagreement, the anger, the tears, disappointments that keep us from telling the tale; and get to “who was this guy and what of his spirit did he leave behind?”
Spirit? I loved when my brother became the North Dakota one ball juggler who also made two magic rings with his thumbs and index fingers. We still can see red or blue through our old eyes, and argue the pros and cons, but we like to see each other, hear the tale of where we’ve been and what we’ve learned there. And talk about what we want to do to improve ourselves.