Winter Gloves and Other Trauma
As I stood in the middle of a bustling English high street, trying to help my screaming 7-year-old daughter fit…
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As I stood in the middle of a bustling English high street, trying to help my screaming 7-year-old daughter fit…
Continue Reading“No, you’re not going,” said my father, the stinging sternness in his voice only supplanted by his sharp, hard stare.…
Continue ReadingIt was 1942. The world was at war and all of mainland Europe lay under Nazi domination. Bill, the oldest…
Continue ReadingRight now the hubby is outside stringing lights all around our gutters, Maggie is carefully watching him on that ladder…
Continue ReadingI am not a Democrat, or a Republican, a Protestant or a Catholic, an American or a foreigner. I am…
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