Glimpses of Remembering One's Life Work
I remember the child who skipped and sat in the grass in front of the old school building finding daisies to make daisy chains with Joan. Moments of presence suspended in time allowed my desires for the future and any pain from the past to vanish into vapor. A happy hearted girl, I remember the full body experience of being truly me. I suppose we were working class folk, who by the grace of Dad's WWII veteran status were able to afford a house with a VA loan.We lived with our
