"I love you, baby,"
Mama said before leaving.
She's India bound.
Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Xylophone Memory
Colored metal bars
Her xylophone memory
Our musical past
My sister shared the other day that one of her most vivid memories is one of me teaching her to play "Hot Cross Buns" on a little xylophone we had as kids.
Her xylophone memory
Our musical past
My sister shared the other day that one of her most vivid memories is one of me teaching her to play "Hot Cross Buns" on a little xylophone we had as kids.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Fighting with my Sister
Two sisters fighting.
Grown women screaming like girls.
Some things never change.
Grown women screaming like girls.
Some things never change.
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