G wanted to be the princess. The six of us—him, me, and the girls—were goofing around in the church basement while our parents sat upstairs drinking coffee and talking too…

letter one Dear lost soul,  When you discover this, may you find comprehension of what I once was.                                                                                                                                           October 2nd, 1890        I am greeted with the brisk autumnal breeze as…

Dear Blog reader, My name is Rosse Mary and I am a 40-year-old undergrad college student.  Adding to that and not surprisingly I am also a mom of three, a…