Then I told my daughter about my time as a teenager, growing up in the house on Heine Avenue. I told her of the fierce arguments I had with my mother. I told her about the girl in the mirror. I explained how we switched places: the girl and I placing our foreheads together, then our fingertips, then pushing through to the other side.
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Cedar Waxwing's 365 
Given that this is a true-ish story I have so many questions–and I’m glad you gave an explanation, because I was very confused as to what was going on–but I think I’ll wait until January 31 to see what other information emerges.
It is true-ish in a make believe sort of way. I really felt like I exchanged places.
And the reason I don’t like the first paragraph here is because the story sort of hinges on the question about switching back. I wanted that to stand alone.
Would you feel better about it if you moved the second paragraph to tomorrow’s post?
Thanks, Susan. I think I am going to go back to my original plan and if people are still confused at the end I will explain.
Those last questions … how will she (you) know?