My father, Donald Rauber, was for a time in the late 1950s/very early '60s, a technical writer at Sandia, which worked on nuclear weapons. He later was a brilliant scholar & writer; he died in 1971.
That is a rich and deep read, breath-taking in its imagery of the desert and your father's place in it ~ both home and work. How gentle that must be on your mind, in your heart, and vivid in your memory.
That is a rich and deep read, breath-taking in its imagery of the desert and your father's place in it ~ both home and work. How gentle that must be on your mind, in your heart, and vivid in your memory.
Wow. That is still powerful the second time around!! 💕