Preface: my mother died in 1987.
I was being held captive in a school bus by an old religious freak. I wasn’t supposed to use my computer, but decided to do it anyway. My phone was almost out of batteries, and my husband (who was 12 years old and not my husband in my [...]
Here’s a short book that some of you (namely family members) might find interesting.
Caroline woke up earlier, as she is wont to do every night. She comes to sleep on the crib mattress we have on the floor of our bedroom for just such a reason. She’s often disoriented when she wakes up. [...]
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