Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
For Years
The girl carried around a small torn photo of her father. When anyone asked, she'd say she cut it from a magazine. We wanted to help her, but we didn't know how.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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