Why Once a Time a Time?
I’ve always done a lot of thinking - and a lot of remembering - in this brain of mine. I share the fruits of that thinking most effectively in writing, often in the form of stories.
When I was a little girl, before I’d learned the art of writing, however, I would avail the adults in my life with my stories and I’d begin with the (obviously misheard but adorably uttered) words, “Once a Time a Time…”
Category Archives: Memories
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