Precocious The year was 1968. We had just moved into our new house. The word they used to describe me as a child was precocious. From this photograph, I can see why. 😂 My favorite feature from our house was the Koi pond behind me in the photo. I would sit on the huge, flat…
Writing has always saved me. Words have been my lifeline for as far back as I can remember. They have pulled me out of the deepest pit, they have been the light that pierce through the darkest of nights. After my father was buried on an April day in 1981, I couldn’t cry for a…
How wonderful to share the highs and lows, the losses and joys with someone whom you grew up with, someone whose known you all your life and with whom you have a shares history because you grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, knew the same people growing up, and even speaks the same dialect that you do!
