Like a Rolling Stone

I just can’t seem to stop moving. Literally.Years ago, someone asked my sister if I would be around for a while.  Her response, “She’s a rolling stone.”Let’s see.1969-1987:      Mom and Dad’s house. Birth through high school graduation.1987-1991:      University of Wisconsin –Madison.  2 years in the dorms. My first apartment was torched by an arsonist and... Continue Reading →

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