“I have been reading my 1985-86 journals. It seems all I do is worry about Auntie and the children. I’ve got to stop and start thinking about me. They have a life of their own and it doesn’t include me. Once in a while they think about me. I’m sureContinue Reading
I finally jumped into Pandora’s box. I pulled out a handful of Gran’s journals today. I’m starting with 1987 – as it seems to be the earliest I found. Just the first page brings back memories. It’s yellow, curled a little and smells faintly of cigarettes. She lists the timesContinue Reading
In my basement, there is a box filled with a mystery. It’s one I haven’t been able to examine in any great detail. Actually, it’s not hampered by my ability. I haven’t been willing to open the box. I had a quick peek when it came into my possession. AtContinue Reading
