Tag Archives: Childhood

The Writing Was on the Wall

“It was a bright and sunny day….” I have no idea what possessed me, and it was definitely indicative of my future, but one day…I wrote an entire story…on the outside wall of our Lake Clear house. This had to … Continue reading

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A Bird on the Head is Worth….

I don’t know how old I was, but I’m sure it was young teenagerhood. It was a winter’s day in 1970-something, and I had been outside, bundled up in my usual upstate NY winter gear, including gloves and a knit … Continue reading

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