©Stacya Shepard Silverman Riley Shepard’s Promise 2021 All Rights Reserved After Riley had the blow out with our old landlord, we arrived...

Below is a single page from Riley's journal with only two things written on it. The scribbled circle and arrows are mine, trying to...

Riley made reservations at The Brown Derby, a restaurant where he hung out in the bar with famous people like Gene Autry, and where...

Below, my mother, Jan as a teenager. © copyright 2019-2022 Stacya Silverman. All rights reserved. My parents first met in Reading,...

Photo by Thomas Schworer I grew up in a cloud of my father’s cigar smoke, listening to the tapping sounds from his Corona typewriter, the loud zipping from the return carriage. He smoked cigars constantly, except when he slept, or studied at the public library, Sante Fe High Grade, which came fifty cigars in a box with a lid. He kept extra cigars, the fat kind, overflowing in his shirt pocket with his lighter and several pens. He could go days without regular sleep, with no a