Maybe because I was born in Hollywood, California, I have always loved the dramatic. With no television as a child, I found drama in books, reading by flashlight under the covers when I was supposed to be asleep. One night when I was ten, my mother wrapped herself in her grandma Mattie's shawl--the same shawl I am wearing in my picture on this page. She sat down with her memory box--black with gold hearts and flowers painted on it. From the box, she drew out a packet of letters tied up in faded ribbon. Unfolding the pages, she began to read letters written by my great, great uncles--two teenag
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