I didn't know the truth about my parent's marriage for a long time. When I was a child, all I knew was the fairytale, complete with true love and a happily ever after.
My mom grew up in Michigan. The oldest of eight kids in a very Catholic household, her father died when she was just 12 years old. One summer afternoon, as they sat watching
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I was concerned since it was mostly someone else's story that it didn't count, lol!
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You have a knack for this kind of writing.
Very Powerful.
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Each week I think "This will be the topic where I branch out" but, I suppose this is my "voice." Pretty cool to have discovered one!
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I haven't had a chance to go read yours yet- but I will in a little while!
And, I love reading someone's journal and getting a little zing of inspiration :)
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Thank you so much for reading :)
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