Wow here I am, on my own blog page! Life has certaintly changed with all the technology we have now. When I was a younger woman, I communicated with people in person, on the telephone or through snail mail. It used to be a wonderful treat to receive a letter in the post. Or the delicious anticipation of someone calling you on the phone. Long chats over coffee or a drink, where you actually saw a person's face. You could relate to their smiles and laughter,in real life. I am not knocking progress, I just am adjusting to it. So here I am.
My page will be about musings that I think about and stories from my childhood.
One story I think is funny is the time my six year old asked me "What is a prostitute"? At that time I was either not thinking or could not think of an age appropriate responce. So I told him, a prostitute is a little girl who runs away from home because she did not do her homework!! Now when I think about it, I wonder if some girls were loved more, not abused, admired for their homework and encouraged would they be prostitutes? Also, I think one must try to answer the questions that children pose as honestly as possible.
