Show me where you grew up, she implored. So I did. Together, Renae and I packed our SUV and headed West in the dead of Winter, away from Colorado’s Front Range, toward Ogden, one day’s drive. We sped along I-80, passing forlorn little towns with forlorn names like Green River and Rock Springs. As the […]
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The boiled frog story was huge at the yellow brick church on 27th Street in Ogden, Utah. The Sawyer kids entered dutifully during the 1950’s, but without parents. Others had moms and dads accompanying them. I felt unsupported, trying to figure out how the world worked; how I should act within it. There were important […]
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