I cry easily. Tears of joy. Tears of heartbreak. I’ve stopped being embarrassed about it; I’m accepting who I am. ———- As a child, I loved Saturday mornings. Unlike now, I woke early, with zeal, to watch cartoons, play Old Maids (no longer politically correct) and Go Fish with my siblings, Scott and Kim, and I dreamed of the…
A personal perspective on everyday life.
