bookishness · craftiness · remembering / musing

In the frame – a stranger’s memories

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean I get it right every time. Quite the opposite. And because I’m wiser (with age, of course) I’m more aware when I get it wrong. Always after the fact. Obviously, I should have asked for help (or joined a support group) on this one earlier. Much earlier. Here’s how it unfolded.… Continue reading In the frame – a stranger’s memories