A sweet memory- My Daddy would recite the opening lines of this poem to entertain us when we were children. We knew the story of these two! Bill reminded me today that I must not leave the one-eyed cat, Minnie, alone in the den with the dogs. Lately...
Forgotten Good When I was a young adult, my Mother noted that listening to me one would think I had a really sad childhood. Many of the memories I voiced were about hurts and sadness, not about joys and fun. One thing I have observed is that life recovery students...
