Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

on his family’s property.

I reached down and opened the bottom drawer of the walnut sideboard.

Inside were my personal journals, twelve black-bound books containing every sketch, formula, and thought since 1974.

I pulled a clean cardboard box from behind the easel and set it on the floor.

I placed the first journal inside, its weight settling against the continue reading …