[Soft*Silver]

when i was young, I had a wishnik coloring book that I loved so much. I colored in it so carefully and treasured it so much. I thought the cover was brilliant and it was thicker than most. I felt so lucky to have that book. Yet, I have no idea when it stopped existing in my childhood...where it went or why.

I was raised by parents who were first generation American and blue collar, farmers and steel workers.

I didnt know sheets came in sets or that silverware could match or that dinnerware included a saucer for the cup and a cup was not the same thing as a coffe mug, until I was 18 years old or later

I almost swallowed mercury as a child. And almost stuck a hairpin in the outlet at the bottom of a telephone/electric pole as a teen. I escaped my lack of commonsense to grow grey...

I went to a Boy George concert right after I gave birth to my daughter..I had a huge crush on him..go figure!