Nine Years
It was a beautiful day in September, a bright blue morning of promise and sunshine. At least it was in Saint Paul, Minnesota; from all the pictures it ...
Tag: remembering
(Orphaned) Child of the Eighties
I was a child in the Eighties. All of them. (Okay, so maybe I was a toddler for a tiny bit at the very beginning, but still: you get my point.) And yet being...