My auntie was my namesake too! 🩷

Me, every year before Christmas. And after, the boxes pile up for ages! 😆

If I've told you that story, sorry. Every time someone shows off raspberries, I think about it. It's a powerful core memory filled with love.

Growing up, we'd go see my aunt & uncle for vacation. They worked for a super rich family as their maid and groundskeeper.
In summers, auntie Isa would send me out to pick raspberries from the massive garden. I'd come back with a handful that size, and pink stained lips.

It looks like a bumblebee!

I was so enthusiastic when the chicken pox vaccine came out, I kept asking every time I took Middle Kid to the dr. She got it right away, I just kept forgetting that she had!
Both Oldest and The Boy had chicken pox. They were miserable.

It looks like colored glass!

My Ex didn't go so far as to call the cops on me, but it was the same kind of controlling abuse, especially when it came to my writing. And the more time I spent, the more emotionally attached I became to the writing, the worse he got. But the writing gave me the courage to leave.

I almost miss AOL

Discrete. As in, separate.