Because I only have to do the proposal for the book - an initial chapter for this class - I decided to focus on my dad's account of events and the historical record. If the project goes anywhere, I do have some other potential sources. But there was very little information available on the internet - a friend who some web searching talent was able ( Read more... )

Teachers, in my experience, hate writing progress reports. By the time a progress report gets to a parent, it is usually far too late for a student to change their grade. As a first-year teacher, Dad was no different. He was still putting them off that Sunday afternoon when the phone rang. Someone they didn’t know gave them the news. Without really ( Read more... )

Last year, when I was home for Thanksgiving, my dad and I were watching some late night true crime television. There are so many of these shows that I can’t really remember which one it was, or what the specifics of the case were. What I do remember is that the guy got out of jail, and I turned to my father, suddenly.
“Hey,” I asked him. “What ( Read more... )

I have named this project Ivory Scarecrow because I needed something to call it and I don't have a title ( Read more... )