This piece is the second story of my memoirs. This one is about a music box that I had and used when I was about 5 or 6 years old. The woman in the picture frame in the backround is my greatgrandmother, Rachel, which is where my middle name is from. To my Emily Dickinson Glog.

On October 21, 2008 by ktidd. On October 20, 2008 by ktidd. On October 6, 2008 by ktidd. The pain as the doctors took the bullet out of his leg. At his job, but it was the first time he had been wounded. Sure it was just a bullet in the leg, but it still hurt. The unit he was with was search for some demagogue. That was supposedly responsible for some attack on Fort Warmack. They were almost to the hide out of the demagogue.

Over the summer, a woman -who will remain anonymous. 8211; called me asking to baby-sit her two boys. She had heard nothing but adulation. Sneak food up to their rooms, they were reclusive.

MaryAnn, on the outside was your nonchalant. Name She absolutely hated her name being that it only remined people of that ancient t. Inside, she was a die-hard hedonist. She had been stuck in there most of her life, a reclusive. One morning, while sitting in her peaceful asylum.