Well. I guess I failed at my goal. Like any attempt one makes, it worked out for a few days. I got really into it, and it was working out. … Continue reading
When I was about 10 years old, I decided I needed to begin my autobiography. I was determined that my life would be worth reading about, and that I would … Continue reading
Six years ago. Today. It was just another day. Mom was in the hospital. She had been there. She had been feeling better. She was talking about leaving soon. Getting … Continue reading