You can’t recover memories of a missing event. That’s a fallacy. – Betty Hill Do buildings record memory? I stared down Miss Ethel’s side porch at Hope Farm, the path leading to shelter. Three battered nights. Forty-five miles of walking. I couldn’t ratchet pulverized legs onto a bench, though I wishedContinue Reading
I’m living proof of the old cliche: We never know what burdens others shoulder. As I wander the corridors of despair, I’ve been touched by so many people. Thank you for reaching out to my family and me during our greatest crisis.
My post today is an example of how a reader tried to cushion my fall. Thank you to Shelby, North Carolina’s Becky Love for sharing her Make a Memory story with me last night. It hit my inbox as I groped for how to tackle this day.
Before I turn things over to Becky, I’ll provide a quick update.Continue Reading
Tuesday, I used a specific picture in a post. You can find it HERE.
I made up a lame caption that fit the story, but I think you have all the clever, Dear Reader.
How would you caption this picture?Continue Reading