When the box was opened
It is amazing the things you accumulate over time. Quite recently I decided to look through the contents of a …
Tag Archives: memories
When pencils gnawed
One allergy attack per blogathon seems to be the norm. Yes, I spent yesterday in bed sneezing and sniffling. Sneezing …
The transformation
According to mother, I was exceedingly fond of milk as a toddler. Milk in the morning, mid-morning, noon, evening and …
Coached to catch
One day, years back, the bored Second Born, with no one to practice with, decided to rope me in to …
That stuck-up kid
People construe the demeanor of another to mean different things. Shyness, arrogance, sadness, guilt, indifference, cunning, pride, you name it. …
