by Charli Mills | May 12, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
By Irene Waters I write memoir – my memories of particular times or events in my life. In this process, through no fault of their own other than being part of my life I write another person’s narrative. Who are the other people in our story – firstly there is the “I,”...
by Charli Mills | Apr 21, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
High in the Sierra Nevada mountains, winds a highway known as “4” or Ebbetts Pass. From the river valleys carved into the box-canyons of the eastern slopes, this highway connects the California Gold Country with that of the Silver Comstock. A right road of...
by Charli Mills | Apr 14, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
By Irene Waters My almost ninety-year-old mother rings me every night. A habit that began many years ago both to ensure that she had someone to talk to every day and from a safety perspective. Too often the elderly fall and are not discovered for days. Every day she...
by Charli Mills | Mar 28, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
By Charli Mills, A Gen-Xer 2017, Virgin, Utah (Rural) Monkeys once flew over stunted juniper trees. I squint into the rosette of a setting sun and etch to memory the squared-lines of a mesa that had served as an Air Force Base in southern Utah. I never saw the monkeys...
by Charli Mills | Feb 16, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
Gen X: rural mountain town, California, US Graphite in My Arm A piece of graphite is lodged in my upper left arm. Even at age fifty, the broken pencil tip remains visible. When you open a package of new pencils, the cedar smells like a lumber yard. Whenever we drive...
by Charli Mills | Feb 9, 2018 | Memoir & Times Past
By Irene Waters As you read this I will be sitting on the high seas, nearing the equator, out of range of the internet so I will start by apologising for what will seem my tardy response to any comments. Don’t worry I will get there and look forward to coming back to...
