Childhood fades into staccato memories tinged with joy or sorrow. Like fence posts, they stand tall in the field of our mind, strung…
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childhood memories
I See London, I See France!
My incredibly unique clothing style developed while growing up in the 70’s. In elementary school, I was a little frustrated by the current…
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Home Isn’t Always Where Your Heart Is
I had the privilege of growing up in Montana, a state of rugged land and rugged people. It’s a…
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