Goodbye, Granddad

Goodbye, Granddad

Herbert Maxwell Sheffield, my grandfather, passed away last week from complications related to COVID-19. He was the greatest man I have ever known. Granddad was a child of the Depression. Born in Lubbock, Texas, in 1926, Herb and his four siblings were shuffled...
Sense of Smell Brings Memories of Joy, Grief

Sense of Smell Brings Memories of Joy, Grief

Shifting through boxes in my over-cluttered garage, I found a bag filled with old clothes. At a stranger’s glance, the bag would be ordinary and disposable, but I knew it as something else. As I peeked inside, I saw the contents of the bag my mom took with her to the...
The Countless Women Lost to History

The Countless Women Lost to History

Many of the women have been lost or simply forgotten. That’s the sad, but persistent, reality that I’ve uncovered over the last 30 years in piecing together my family’s history during the past four centuries. As chronicles have been kept, the record is more often than...
The Hug I Needed

The Hug I Needed

When I opened the door to my brother’s house and walked inside, my 1-year-old nephew, (“KK” as he has been affectionately nicknamed) started to cry and ran straight to me. He threw his arms around my legs, as I quickly swept him up for a giant hug. For the next hour,...