Once a week as a kid my Gram and I went to an older couple’s home for a religious study. This couple had tattoos on their arms and one night I got up the nerve to ask about them, the story they told over the next few weeks of their individual escapes from Germany/Hitler scared me to the point of having nightmares. The rhetoric from the one who shall be unnamed during his campaign and now his cabinet appointees has me having the same nightmares again.
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A simple woman of simple means, walking a gravel road on my journey, made stronger by paths taken barefoot, pain endured, and revealed in these writings. Mistakes made some taught a lesson some lessons ignored, now learning to forgive myself. View all posts by lenwilliamscarver