THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES
The white piece of paper has yellowed over the years and the scribbled black-ink thoughts are faded, with only the slightest hint of readability remaining. No worries. I have read and reread these lines so many times they remain as indelible as a tattoo.
And in many ways, they are just that. A heart tattoo.
Mom’s Survival Guide. That’s what I wrote at the top of the paper when I jotted these thoughts down twenty years
