THE LAST DANCE I gave 73 years to everybody else – gladly – always. I just moved into “for yourself your will be yours.” territory. And I’m having fun with it. Been so long since I had a will. AWOL. MISSING PERSON ALERT. How old is she? Nah, not her. Sure? Yut, not even close.ContinueContinue reading “The Last Dance”
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THE CRIB
THE CRIB – that’s where it all begins. The comfort part of life. Now my mother lays me down to sleep with my father protecting us all. That’s the perception. And perception works. There’s something about, ‘we need to toughen her up a little bit, don’t we?’ and ‘she’ll do all that on her own’.ContinueContinue reading “THE CRIB”
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