3/365 Reflections on a Life: 3 January 3, 2018January 2, 2018 / Dona It wasn’t until the trouble years started that I began to take more notice of her.
I’d never used the word “Trouble years” to describe the years of fighting between Mom and me, but it seemed apt in this story. Reply
Trouble years!
I’d never used the word “Trouble years” to describe the years of fighting between Mom and me, but it seemed apt in this story.
Uh oh.
Ha!
The plot thickens! (And by the way, thanks for adding me to the list.)
Ha. And you’re welcome!