Dec 30, 2021
Betty McKemie didn’t get to see the Statue of Liberty when she sailed into NYC. She’d rushed below to pack. They’d called her name over the ship’s loudspeaker. Her new husband was on shore waiting for her with open arms. They’d move from her native London to a very different place: Albany, Georgia.
Dec 23, 2021
I didn’t meet my birth mother until I was a middle aged man. It took quite a bit of investigative experience to find her. She welcomed me with open arms. She’d hug on me and talk to me endlessly and she’d cook for me. This year she died. I miss you, my mother. Thank God you let me record your voice telling me how...
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