Don’t Make me Bathe!

I passionately despised baths as a little kid. It was the worst thing ever. I went as many days as I could without one and considered each day a great personal victory. Inevitably, it would fall on my brother Michael to get me into the bathtub.  He would start the day off by saying, “TodayContinue reading “Don’t Make me Bathe!”

A letter to Miki

Happy birthday Miki, I remember when I turned 8, a long time ago. I didn’t say much to adults.  I learned not to attract attention and to try and stay out of their way. Children weren’t supposed to say much. I was a wee little thing, the smallest in my class. I loved my friendsContinue reading “A letter to Miki”