My sister, the end

In sorry dear, but I meant it when I made it over with you at the side of our mother's death bed. Obviously there needed to be a go-to for a new relationship but that didnt happen. Im over the rote, silly dance in our family where I was marked lame and not allowed to … Continue reading My sister, the end →

Safety

51 years later, its finally hitting. Im going to have to rework my book. I noted yesterday on the last page of the printout if the manuscript, "i just realized that Tracey T (not her real name) was the breaking point of the ectopic pregnancy." A short while later i found my way to tbe … Continue reading Safety →