"The September sunlight in the late afternoon was fire. My mother was driving, and I could tell that in addition to becoming blinded, she was becoming fatigued. For reasons I cannot articulate, I never offered to drive."
"When my grandfather died in 2011, my mom printed out a copy of his unfinished autobiography and it sat next to our printer for months." A digital translation of my grandfather's autobiography and an exploration of how to connect with the past.