Santa v. Baby
Tiny knives for tiny hands. Merry Xmas 1953
This is the last picture we took of your sister
Help me.
Grampa smelled funny that day
Jessica never believed again
RIP Grandpa
Last photo of Diane sent from the kidnappers. December 25, 1972
A lifelong fear of holidays was born that very day.
We buried them together.
“Nothing scares me.”
“Strychnine.”
I’m still in therapy!
I think those are the handles of a rocking horse.
“Halloween, 1955.”
Me with Uncle Billy's blow-up Santa
I always was going to ask why his Santa seemed so... bulgy.
She didn't know we taxidermied grandpa
Satan Claws
Tiny knives for tiny hands. Merry Xmas 1953
This is the last picture we took of your sister
Help me.
Grampa smelled funny that day
Jessica never believed again
RIP Grandpa
Last photo of Diane sent from the kidnappers. December 25, 1972
A lifelong fear of holidays was born that very day.
We buried them together.
“Nothing scares me.”
“Strychnine.”
I’m still in therapy!
I think those are the handles of a rocking horse.
“Halloween, 1955.”
Me with Uncle Billy's blow-up Santa
I always was going to ask why his Santa seemed so... bulgy.
She didn't know we taxidermied grandpa
Satan Claws