D. S. Burnham

Story problems were the worst: how many quarts per hour flow through a tank of X capacity and a slow leak? How long will Paul and Jane, driving at constant speeds in mismatched cars, stay in Ohio? I'd fuss and whine; my patient father sketched out ta [...]

It's 1958, and I know nothing that I really want to know,it's four o'clock, our TV screen, smaller than a dinner plate, leaps with pageboys, crewcuts, and   white shirts. My baby sister, in a clean white cast from her tiny nipples to her toes, she' [...]