Tag Archives: Childhood

Death & Reckonings

I’m being told that change can’t come without grief. Change was my middle name when I was a child… Pretty sure both of my parents would understand me writing about change as I work on a memoir (of sorts). Or … Continue reading

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Peace To You

When I was seven to ten years old, I begged her to let me stay home from school so I could hang out with her, picnic in the park behind our house (she made cheese and tomato sandwiches), just be … Continue reading

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