Category Archives: Otto

Sunshine and Sorrow

I am bone tired, but I want to write, I need to write. First, I was wrong, dead wrong – my SIL made a joke tonight – about me, which was mildly sarcastic – and I think it will be … Continue reading

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Paper Work

You can choose what to remember. You can chose the images in your mind, after a period spent processing, you can choose which memories to frame, as it were, and which ones to allow to fade.  I think you can … Continue reading

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