I was twelve when I moved to Wisconsin with my family to live with my grandmother. It turned out to be fortuitous that we made the move because my grandmother had the beginnings of dementia. We were able to care for her, keep her at home for the last years of her life. As soon … Continue reading Found at Last! Books From My Childhood
I've started slowly going through my stuff in the basement. You know how it is - you pack to move, move, and then just never get to the last few boxes. No multiply this by ten moves now, and there are QUITE a few boxes that made it into my basement and no further. I … Continue reading What Have I Got in My Boxes?