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Where I Lived, Who I Became
I’m building a living archive of the places I’ve lived, blending memory, documents, and my mother’s final journal. As I fill in the gaps, I’m learning not just where I lived—but how I became who I am. Read More
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Mother, Stage IV Cancer
Mom told me she learned on Christmas Eve that she had stage IV cancer, already spread throughout her body. It didn’t make sense given her regular screenings, leaving behind questions, disbelief, and a quiet suspicion that something had been missed. Read More
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Information – The Lee family burial site
This plaque goes on to tell who Henry Lee was, what he did, and what his children did. It seems that they were very important people. Read More
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Information – The Fairfax Family
Here is some information about the Fairfax House remains. Read More
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Parents Divorced
Mom wrote that Dad found a lawyer and sent divorce papers. When the courthouse called to finalize everything, what lingered most was her confusion over control, timing, and who got to choose lawyers first. Read More
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Moms Desertion
My mother left my father after a vacation, disappearing without explanation. Worried, we searched for answers while she secretly contacted me for information. Eventually, we learned she had moved to Florida to live with a traveling glassblower, abandoning everything behind. Read More
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Early Childhood
Born in 1975 under dangerous circumstances, I grew up in a large Maryland family shaped by resilience, faith, hardship, and warmth. From hospital scares to attic adventures, factory work, train tracks, and “Happy Day,” childhood blended struggle, imagination, and determination. Read More
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Lot 46: Delray, WV
A 5.5-acre stretch of raw land in Delray became “Lot 46,” where my dad chased a vision and we learned hard work early. Between blue tents, stacked logs, and steep hills, it was less a getaway and more labor-intensive. Read More
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Death of Grandfather Edward William “Tiny” Royston
A childhood memory, a family story, and newspaper records tell conflicting versions of my grandfather’s death during a 1980 snowstorm. As I piece them together, questions emerge about what really happened, and how memory, emotion, and time reshape truth. Read More