""I left a town full of friends. A town of innocence, a town of easy living and lively shops. A town free of pollution and drugs, where you drank lemonade every summer afternoon. Doors were left unlocked and neighbors helped neighbors. That was my hometown, Willows, California 1956.""
Shari returns to her hometown to find herself a stranger, an outcast. Walk with her as her moccasins lead her down the back streets of her childhood.
Shari found her Native American Heritage through a grandmother she never knew. She searched for a reason why her grandfather had left his two small sons in...
""I left a town full of friends. A town of innocence, a town of easy living and lively shops. A town free of pollution and drugs, where you drank lemo...
"It was twenty-six years ago, February 7th, that I saw him. He sat alone, at the end of the bar, his long fingers wrapped loosely around his sweating glass. He seemed to be interested in nothing more than its contents...His dark Native American features sparked a curiosity. I noticed him steal a glance as I nervously, crossed and uncrossed my legs..."
In "Still Remembering...," Shari continues her search for memories lost in the shadows of her small hometown.
Eavesdrop with her as she listens to her parents "bedside chats." Follow her to a small river town, in 1922, to find a real life...
"It was twenty-six years ago, February 7th, that I saw him. He sat alone, at the end of the bar, his long fingers wrapped loosely around his sweating ...
