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: Observations a la Gina
This world. What can I say? When violent acts cause tragedy, my first instinct isn’t outrage; or sadness; or fear, or indignance. It’s avoidance. I realize that may make me seem heartless – or unfazed – or at the very … Continue reading