I opened my closet the other day fully intending to throw out half my stuff. Instead of throwing out anything, I found a box of old photos. Here’s some I scanned.
When I think of my Dad this is how I see him. I’m always surprised when I see him and he’s so much older than he was here.
This is my Dad on the phone in the kitchen of our old house. We lived at 40 Kingston Road, in Hanover, MA. Now that it’s all gone, I can see how hard it was to maintain a middle-class life in the suburbs. It looked like the baseline, but I don’t think I could achieve it myself. You have to work hard for that shit.
This was in 1987, in the fall, when Nick joined our family. My step-mom took motherhood super seriously until she had some kind of mental break that broke everything around her.
Holiday dinner party. My step-mom. To me she always looked pretty and dangerous at the same time.
My step-mom Janet on the phone in the dining room.
Kitty on the landing. Above him was a skylight, so he lay here to bask in the sun.
2nd grade. Everyone says C looks like Dave, but in this picture I see him a little bit.
Dressed up like a bug on my 7th birthday in my Gram’s backyard.
1978 in my Gram’s bedroom.