September 2011
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My Earliest Memories
I don’t remember anything about being born. In fact, the only thing I can remember remotely before the age of three (we’ll get to that age later) is sitting on my butt playing a Thomas-the-Train-Engine toy and I’m not even sure I didn’t make that memory up. But I know a few things about my origins.
My Great Great Grandfather and Grandmother (My Dad’s Mom’s...
March 2011
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There are things
There are things I hope to be able to say one day, but until I gather courage toward myself, they will stay away, frightened of whatever it is that keeps them there, cowering. I’m getting better, I’m sure.