Though my whole life didn’t run, film-like, before me in those seconds, I was aware that if I couldn’t catch myself, my kids could be orphans. It was happening in micro-time. Flip-flopping,…
After a wonderful, almost thirty years with my wife, Paula—kids, loving, living, then pain and tragedy, she died January 4, 1984, still a young woman, ravaged by breast cancer at forty that…
Extending from Soldier Summit in the north to Interstate 70 in the south, the Wasatch Plateau is one of the great overlooked places of Utah despite its centralized location in the state.…
He was a small man, gray, elderly, hesitating at the studio door as if unsure, a flutter of paper in his right hand. When I was aware of him, I was pinning…
What I did was illegal. In 1955, I was living in California, married, when my “kid” sister, Muriel, called from New York. We had lost touch since she married Alfred Letourneur, a famous French…