To this day the smell of massive amounts of flowers, like in a flower shop or funeral parlor will make my stomach queasy. Boys would not get bonus points for sending this girl flowers…
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My father is gone and I’m in the same apartment with the same people but nothing is the same. We carried on as usual. Whatever usual was for everyone at that time. It was close to the end of October and school was in session…
Read MoreBy the spring of 1968, there was a buzz about my mother, energy, and buoyancy. Her slurpy giggle happened more often and that was always a good sign…
Read MoreComing back to that dreary apartment and the life we were living was a bitter pill to swallow. I know I rode on the high and exhilaration of that trip for a long time after being back home.
Read MoreDuring the school year, our upstairs neighbor would pick me up from school while also picking up her daughter, Barbara, who was my classmate…
Read MoreMy grandmother Amelia was in and out of the hospital in the fall of 1972 when I was 12. I was old enough now to go to the hospital to visit her, unlike when my father was hospitalized…
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