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Monthly Archives: August 2005
Book of Days: Tuesday
Child, I have heard small stories about what my parents' life was like when I was born. I have seen a handful of bleached out pictures. And still I wonder. I wonder more about it now, as we prepare for … Continue reading
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Anita Marie Fontaine Trainer
Child, I remember french toast, cinnamon and sugar mixed in a plastic bear with a flip top head, grilled cheese sandwiches on square perfect bread, tiny sweet pickles and flat Coca-Cola served over ice. These were my favorite things. I … Continue reading