I have on my laptop a simple reminder, written in pencil on a muted yellow stick note. Something I must remember in my approach to both past and present – People are complicated.  In research, as in life, the first conclusion you come to is not always the correct one. I attended my first writer’s…

“How do you want to be remembered after you die?”  My daughter paused and posed to me before climbing back into the car.  Expectant eyes fixed on me, ready to record whatever happened next for posterity.  I had just stood beside her and eulogized at the grave of one of the most impressive and accomplished…