Here We Go Again

Note: My blog reads backwards, last page to first. The current post is the most recent in a series of posts that relate to one subject. But you already knew that, didn't you?

One Day After

Note: If you been reading my blog (and blog books) over the years, then you recognize the lady with the short curly hair. That's Hazel, the person who rescued Mother, my older sister, Judy, and me when I was five from a life on the streets. Hazel was the no-nonsense, take no prisoners boss of our home for seven years. She established the rules that all three of us followed. She didn't like kids, which didn't bode well for me. My sister was born an adult, so her life with Hazel was not as difficult as mine.

Trick or Treat

I'm Still...Zzzzz

I'm Still Good

All I Have to Be is Good

Four Days Early