Memoir
Unveiling the Truth ~ Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 One Night My plane landed at Cleveland Hopkins Airport around one o’ clock in the morning. I was nervous all day because again I had to leave my home to fix the mistakes of others. I think that was when I washed my hands of all the experiences that led me to my biological family.
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August 12, 2023 Our 16th anniversary. The porcelain anniversary. No, it’s not on anyone’s list of official gifts and we wouldn’t know about or follow it if it were. This was just the year that our gift to each other was a replacement toilet in the main downstairs half bath that everyone in the house, including visitors, tended to use most.
Dance Like No One's Watching
I recently listened to this song and was inspired to participate in the third entry of James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza.
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