Trying to do good things for good reasons
The 26th disc in a birthday mix series I made for Laurel a couple years back: Photo by Edsel L
Disc #25 in a series of mixtapes made for Laurel’s birthday in years gone by. Photo by Key Foster
The twenty-fourth in a series of mixtape presents made for Laurel’s birthday a few years gone now. Photo by Marine Corps Archives & Special Collections
Number 23 in a series of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s birthday some years ago: Photo by Center for Jewish History, NYC
The 22nd in a series of mixtapes for Laurel’s birthday back in the day: Photo by jfiess
The 21st of several discs I made for Laurel’s birthday a few years ago. Photo by hfb
Here’s the twentieth in a series of mix discs I made for Laurel’s birthday a few years ago. Photo by Theen …
Here’s the nineteenth in a big collection of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s name day a few years ago. Photo by State Library and Archives of Florida
Here’s the eighteenth disc in a series of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s birthday a couple of years back now.
Here’s the seventeenth disc in a series of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s birthday back in the day.
Here’s the sixteenth disc in a series of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s birthday when were were younger (but no wiser!). Photo by Kim Bost
Here’s the fifteenth disc in a series of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s birthday a couple years gone.
Here’s the fourteenth in a series of several mixtapes made for my wife’s birthday quelques années back. Photo by garryknight
I recently went to Salt Lake City for a family reunion. Among the relatives I saw was my only surviving grandparent, who is now 89 years old. He’s literally my oldest friend, and the oldest living human being that I know right now. His health is slowly deteriorating (he lost his driver’s license recently–which turns…
Here’s the thirteenth in a big collection of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s name day a couple years bygone. Photo by gamene
I can’t remember exactly when I first read Belle Waring’s poems. It probably would have been at least a decade ago, and I do remember that it was one of her poems about nursing, maybe even “It Was My First Nursing Job”. What I remember most was feeling that I had discovered a voice that…
Here’s the twelfth in a big collection of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s name day a couple years hence. Photo by The hills are alive*
Here’s the eleventh in a big collection of mixtapes I made for Laurel’s name day a couple years bygone.
Here’s the tenth in a series of several mixtapes made for my wife’s birthday some moons ago.
The cello breaks my heart open, and the two voices mend it again. Photo by gleb sarkisov