Chapter 39: My First Kiss | My Southern Gothic Life

New post up on my other blog:

 

I’m walking a thin line with this blog.  I’m not mentioning people who are still alive and active, so the one’s I mention can’t fight back.

My memories may be colored by time and hazy as a result.  But, I won’t go farther in this forum.  I love and respect my friends- and some of my family- too much to share secrets they might not want me to share.

That makes me  a little sad to have so many important memories that I share with people who are no longer here..but I guess that’s one of the downsides to getting older.  You realize you have outlived some of the most important people in your life.

But you are still here.  And you carry then the ones who are gone with you as part of yourself.  And that counts for a lot…

More; Chapter 39: My First Kiss | My Southern Gothic Life.