Throughout this time I started randomly collecting different things, mostly what my family picked out for me. I had dolls from Holland with tiny wooden shoes, a woven Native American doll, several others that I can’t remember, and since Helen (step-grandma) used to be stationed in Japan, every Girl’s Day I would get a female… Continue reading Of dolls, horses, hats, and heavy metals
All the road trips have kind of meshed together now, so I can’t tell you how many there were, or if it was all one *really* long ride. I remember visiting my dead’s mom (great-great grandma). She had a mulberry tree in her yard, and we would eat all we could reach. She had a… Continue reading Road trips, sulfur, and monkey’s blood
Another birthday. Awesome. I guess. 13. I don’t remember ever getting stuff from my biological dad, but I must have, because I remember my dad (Sam) coming in and telling me bio dad wasn’t going to do so anymore. He was cutting off all contact. Not that he’d really had any to begin with. Just… Continue reading There comes a day
Ugh. So, this is where stuff really starts happening, and I will do my best to keep it all straight for you. Welcome to Jersey! My dad was actually stationed in Philadelphia, PA, but I don’t think they had housing there, and it was really expensive, so we lived across the bridge while he drove… Continue reading Here comes the flood
I don’t know who was watching me, if anyone (I’m sure someone was, I was still only 10), or how this even happened, but my dad met a woman at work and started dating. What?? No! What about my mom? It hadn’t even been a year yet! I think I disliked her before I even… Continue reading Enter the dragon
I remember at some point, my dad had to leave me with my brother, so here we go with “the confusing basics” again: This was my favorite brother! But I didn’t really get to spend time with or get to know the others that well. But technically they were my uncles, so a lot older… Continue reading Another pinprick of light
It was San Antonio, so I have no clue where we were before. At any rate: Dad asked his mom to come down from Indiana so he could still go to work at his new duty station. (Remember “the complicated basics” – this is my great grandma.) It was still super quiet in the house.… Continue reading Okay, I think I’m back on track…?