Category: Memories

  • Born With Conscience . . . .

    and memory. . . . . . My readers are perceptive and I grasp eagerly what they say. One said there are places I would not be allowed to voice my thoughts or concerns.  I have lived  almost my entire life being cautioned as I left the house about what I say.  I had no […]

  • Sometimes. . . words are not helpful. . .

    Even unto this day, I am surprised  when  memory pops up to be dealt with though never a hint as to its depth.  Where has it been keeping itself?  No doubt in the catacombs along with my ancient self. It is  somewhere in the journals I am sure.  I just spent too much energy looking […]