The first memory I have of voting was back in 1984. I was in first grade at Pine Hill Elementary School. The principal decided to hold a mock election. We wrote our choice on a slip of paper and dropped it into a shoebox by the end of lunch time on Election Day. Since the… Continue reading Vote.
It has been almost 16 years since Husband and I found ourselves at the first fork in married life. We were newlyweds, hoping desperately to find employment that didn’t require two jobs, temp jobs, or resorting to favors from friends or family. As we were discussing about our relatively bleak options, Husband asked me what… Continue reading Looking in.