It’s funny the way memory works. The way images and feelings are tucked away safely in little pockets of the mind, and often forgotten until the right combination of music or smells or words brings them out once again. I hadn’t thought much about the summer weeks we used to spend at my grandparents’ house […]Read More: Yellow light bulbs and ice cream sodas
Technical writer by day; yarn, polymer clay, and fabric aficionado by night. If it sits still long enough and looks pretty, I will photograph it. I’m married to a sci-fi editor, and am mother to two highly-entertaining teenage boys.
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