A Writer’s Journey
A Story of reading through the generations
Nov 5 · 1 min read

Starting with grumpy grandpa Nat, as told by my mother, a romantic poet.
My dad remembered everything he read but he could read the same books multiple times. He re-read my copies of Mary Stewart’s trilogy on King Arthur and Merlin every six months.
He was addicted. I remember many, many nights when he…


