by laura | Nov 13, 2020 | Cult Life, Reflections
Sometimes I get sad when I am reminded about certain years of my past. Yesterday my dad emailed me a photo taken right before my grandfather died. I?m riding with my nephew on an amusement park ride (why we were doing this during our family?s last visit to see him... 
by laura | Sep 12, 2020 | Cult Life
When I was a kid, I was a thinker. A private thinker. There was a lock on my diary. I was probably in second or third grade when I got my first diary. My diary was blue, with a little blue lock, and a key on a blue ribbon. I swear I still have that diary somewhere. At... 
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