…not in a big family.
And I am soooo glad. ‘Cause once I married my David, whose from Cleveland, Ohio, and got a taste o’ that snow … I gotta tell ya. On second thought, I’ll keep it to myself.
Anyway, my mom stayed home like most moms back then and dad played piano in the cabarets. We kids were awake while he was asleep, so we didn’t see too much of dad.
I’m third in line of seven kids, so I know all about loud noise, standing in line, leftovers, hand-me-downs, all that business.
There’s a lot of chaos in a house filled with that many kids, especially when it only has a few rooms. You have to find a place to go. Make your own place actually.
Eventually I discovered a place that made me feel good, special even. I looked for every opportunity to escape into that magical world.
There is something inside all of us that lights us up—even if we are not aware. The spark exploded in me the day I wrote my first sentence.
I was six.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
The others in the LBC may have something veeeery interesting to say ‘bout today’s topic: When I Was Young Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar ,Maxi, Paul, Rummy, Shackman,TheOldFossil,ThisandThat,ThereandHere
(the sentences continue)
Behind the Bungalow
In his months away on the Pacific Island of Yanga, Lance slowly recovers from the turmoil in his life. Yet the long separation from Marci brings about a glaring discovery—he is in love with his best friend.
Lance writes her a letter, only Marci has just accepted André’s proposal. She has been under a lot of stress lately and this revelation is more than she can handle. The Wentworth twin disappears. When Marci is found she has lost her memory…
You can read Chapter One and Two at: http://maximalone.com