Welcome to Fulcrum and Axis. I’m Frank M. Anderson.
I’m a writer, a dad, and a graduate student studying marriage and family therapy. You’d think with all that writing, introducing myself would be easier.
I tell stories about growing up, family, relationships, and the things we carry with us—sometimes before we even understand what we’re carrying.
My ongoing memoir project, Fragments of a Life, brings those stories together a piece at a time. There’s humor, there’s some hard stuff, and there are things I’m still figuring out as I write.
You’ll also find writing about Greenville, music, and whatever else gets me curious.
Start with a story, or open the Fragments Explorer and follow a connection. Hopefully, somewhere in my stories, you’ll recognize something of your own.
I’m glad you’re here.
Greenville, place by place
Open the map, choose a place, and follow its stories into Seen / Unseen Greenville.
Welcome to Fragments of a Life. These posts tell my story in pieces—starting with childhood and the people, places, and experiences that shaped me. Some are memories; others explore what… Read more: Fragments of a Life: The Two Books
I’ve been working on a way to let you explore Fragments of a Life as the pieces arrive. There’s now a small, working demo on the site. Try the Fragments… Read more: Fragments of a Life: The Explorer Is Live
There isn’t one right way into this project. Fragments of a Life is a memoir taking shape in pieces: childhood stories, later experiences, and reflections on things I understood differently… Read more: Start Anywhere
One memory often brings another with it. I might begin by describing the house where I grew up and find myself remembering something that happened in one of its rooms.… Read more: Follow a Connection
Something happens when you’re a child. You remember it for years. Then a conversation, a photograph, or something your own child does changes how you understand it. The event belongs… Read more: Two Kinds of Time
Right now, this is a small web of introductions. Soon, the stories will begin to fill it. I’m starting with childhood: the house, the neighborhood, the people, and the things… Read more: A Story Still Growing