I can remember a photo of me… Black and white, cut out of a newspaper…My dad, a photographer who rarely took pictures of his children…A photo of me, taken by my dad…I am wearing a full-length white satin wedding dress I madeand pearls. A necklace and earrings.I look...
RC. I am her human. She is my cat.She has a proper name of “Reya Sunshine.”A program friend shared with me… She calls my cat RC. I asked, “RC?” She said, “Recovery Cat.” A tabby with green eyes! Beautiful to look at, lovely to hold.Little did I know that “green eyes”...
What did trust mean to me as a child?As an infant - don’t. As a toddler - don’t. A little older, it is a pattern, don’t.Kindergarten as I crossed the threshold… I thought:“Adults and children aren’t trustworthy, just do the work.”Already had learned the...
I realized lately that my parents did not have friends when I was growing up.Their relationship was adversarial at best. No modeling of a loving relationship, or modeling about having friends. No wonder I have had some difficulties with those! I moved...
I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...
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