Sonya asked me the other day why I never wrote a memoir. I told her because my life is boring and who cared. She disagreed.
But it made me start thinking, maybe I should start putting my memories down. And what better place to do that than here?
I will warn you though. Some will not be pleasant, some might not be factual. But they will be representative of what I remember. Which in most cases is not a lot. I must have blocked a lot out.
So don't read too much into a post when I recant a horrible story about abuse, or neglect or something to that extent. It just is what it was, at least in my mind.
