It’s strange to do a blog. I’ve written in a diary since I was in the third grade. I have diaries for every year of my life. But making it public is somewhat scary, weird and vulnerable. Not knowing who’s reading it and IF anyone is reading it.
Read MoreMy grandmother was a young girl during WW2 and told me some amazing stories when she was running in the jungles of Saipan in the middle of the war.
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