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Growing Up in My Backyard

When I was growing up in the 1950s the front porch was where families spent early summer evenings. That was a good thing; it meant adults were mostly looking the other way while we kids ran our own lives in the backyard.

My mother and father divorced shortly after my 6th birthday and ‘the backyard’ was at my maternal grandparent’s home where we lived after the disintegration. My grandfather was very protective of his…

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Writer and artist. Published over 150 essays, stories, and articles in 20+ publications and recognized as a Top Writer in History, Science, and Space.

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Writer and artist. Published over 150 essays, stories, and articles in 20+ publications and recognized as a Top Writer in History, Science, and Space.

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