Perfect Child

Remember that sister I mentioned who cheated me out of my Ginny doll clothes? All I wanted was her attention. She was beautiful, creative, smart and bigger than I was. I wanted to sleep in the bed with her, cuddle, have her love me and pay attention to me. But, no....

Lonely Childhood

This is a work in progress. Names have been changed to protect the truly innocent from my childhood opinions. Even though there were four of us kids, I felt alone. It helped when my brother Jay was born, because I had my own real Betsy Wetsy to take care of and...

A Time I Knew Defeat

Here’s my first post since declaring July the time to share more personal, non-entrepreneurial, writing with you. Remember, positive support only. Thank you! A paid job in a theatre company? How lucky could a girl get? I was hired as the property mistress at the...