memories make the memoir

After one week back in school, I thought it best to relax tonight and repost a favorite from 2016. I do hope you enjoy slipping back into memory with me. xxoo

Nine Cent Girl

Church was like my foot. It was always there and my mother made sure we were properly scrubbed up for the event. Nothing prevented our going. Even when my father announced that until the Catholics returned to Latin he would not attend mass, we did. Even when the entire hour became an uncomfortable ritual of handshakes and peace kisses, we went.

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