She was soft, round and motherly. Her hair in its neat bun was streaked with gray. She took me aside on my first day in a new and much bigger school. “I feel a little strange and out of place”, she … Continue reading →
I'm an aging Boomer who no longer thinks she has all the answers, just persistent questions about almost everything.
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