Hidden away, in a box in a closet, there is a series of photographs of my parents on the beach in California, 1972. My mother, then 30, was nine months pregnant with my older sister, and sunbathing without abandon. One photo in particular is burned into memory. With her wavy brown hair parted in the center and ornamented with a small barrette on either side, my mom is wearing a red paisley Indian halter jumpsuit. My father, posing lovingly with one hand on her belly, has fluffy hair, an overgrown mustache, and muttonchops. He's wearing extremely short navy bathing... More >>>