MoLife

This is intended to be a memoir. I plan to alternate between my childhood and my daughter's. We'll see how that works.

I was standing in the crib that was not in my room and mom was giving me a popsicle. It was such a treat - seemed like some kind of miracle. I didn't remember that I had just got my tonsils out and that was the reason for the popsicle - in the middle of the night no less. Same reason I was in the crib because I did share a bedroom with my sister across the hall. We are one year apart.