I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.
The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.
I was not cut out to be a rebel.
What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.