I could feel the woman’s eyes on me as I flipped through the book of black and white photographs. Without even seeing her face, I knew what she was thinking. I was taking my time…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
I could feel the woman’s eyes on me as I flipped through the book of black and white photographs. Without even seeing her face, I knew what she was thinking. I was taking my time…
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I got the email from Donna after she’d tried to find a Nicodemus book on her own. She’d been looking for a book about the little boy and his shoes, she wrote, but couldn’t seem…
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The book was half-buried under others in a box at the auction house. I had almost missed it, with its black and faded gold lettering against a very dark background – a senseless combination it…
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At a recent auction, I had shuffled through a table of books – big, heavy books on a range of subjects. I didn’t see anything among them that grabbed my eye. So I wandered off…