Tag Archives: Friendship
I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG
The post title, “I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG,” refers to the fact that I was always the “good girl.” I was used to being told that everything was clearly either right or wrong. I never wanted to disappoint my parents, and I have had a lot of difficulty allowing myself to see things differently than them.
My father has a severe hoarding problem. Honestly, it’s very severe. It has been one of my mother’s greatest aggravations. I am, on the other hand, very organized and can throw things away.
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EVERYONE’S DEPENDING ON ME!
“DO I HAVE THE POISE?”
The other day I confused the word insure with the word Ensure (calorie booster for the elderly). These things are happening to me quite often. I’m not hearing as well as I used to. Recently, I heard another friend say, “I have to pick up some Poise.” Continue reading







