In the 50s, when I was in grade school, my mom was one of the very few mothers who worked outside the home. Back then, I wished my mom could be like other mothers. I envied the friends who didn’t walk into an empty house. Mom was a nurse, Dad a police officer, both very responsible. There was always an emergency plan in place. We knew who to call and where to go in case of trouble. There was never a question of whether my brother and I were safe. They always made sure of that.
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Published on June 27, 2014 07:02
However now memories are sliding off the shelves where I must have stacked them away....
Thanks so much for the nudge. .. I needed this to continue writing my book... bless you