Some places shape you. Some places stay with you. This is a story about both.
At the corner of Liberty Street and South Loring in Lowell, Massachusetts, life unfolded in small, unforgettable moments: wiffle ball games in the street, snow days framed by frosty windows, laughter drifting across triple-decker porches, and quiet lessons that only time can teach.
Funny, poignant, and true, Fran Coughlin's memoir captures the pleasures, challenges, and sorrows of growing up in a world that was far from perfect.
A River Still Runs is a love letter to family, place, and the enduring power of memory. These stories are brushstrokes of a vanished world -- one that still echoes, if you listen closely enough, in the spaces we carry with us long after we've left them behind.
