The Dawkins grew up knowing serious mental illness. Our Grandmother across the street tried suicide a number of times and had raging, maniacal, episodes a sad number of times, but she had brilliance and plenty of the right kind of … Continue reading
Being the class goof-off / wise guy got me an “F” junior year in Spanish. I saw it coming and told Grace & Jack that Mr. Kottler was going to flunk me despite my getting passing grades on the tests. … Continue reading
She Died Young My sister Maggie died in 1971, only sixteen years old. If any of us Dawkins kids was to die young, she was the one who could say she had already accomplished lots in terms of making the … Continue reading
August 30, 2014 Dear Papa Jack, It’s been one month now without you, but when last we were together a year ago, we did great – going to the King’s Inn in Bristol, later that week river-banking with Grace having … Continue reading
I’ve mentioned Grace, my mom, in quite a few stories because she’s central to the life I’ve been so fortunate to lead – and how deeply appreciative I am – but she deserves her own story. What a force she … Continue reading