February 4

When I was a kid, I always had to have the hall light on and the closet door closed before I could fall asleep. You never knew who could be hiding in the closet ! I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was afraid of the closet. Years later, I was afraid to go down into the basement of the Chicago apartment that we rented. It was creepy and it was dark. When Bob would go out of town,I would lock our bedroom door. I startle easily. Maybe I am like the cowardly lion. I am still afraid. Now I am afraid of what is swirling around our country. I have had elected officials who I have voted for, lose the election. But that was just a moment of disappointment and then the process of adjusting took over and I went about my life.Now I am afraid again, and not about the dark. I have become afraid. Do I put my Star of David outside of my shirt and make the statement that I am a Jew. Will someone want to send me back to my Mother's country because she was an immigrant. As was my father. Should I wear a pink hat that identifies me as a protester. Am I still afraid of the dark. A little.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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