Jena Tilton Pinkham
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March 19, 1982
March 19th, 1982. The day the world stood still. At least, for my 7 year old brain, anyway. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and my friend was coming to my house after school, after homework. I walked home from school the usual way, cutting through the neighbor's yard behind us. Back then, most people in our town hadn't added fences to their yards yet. Daddy was waiting on the front lawn as he always was. Daddy worked two jobs and would come home for his lunch at the same time us kids got home from school just so he could see us every day. He loved his children beyond words and we always knew it. I gave him the usual big hug and we went inside.
By Jena Tilton Pinkham5 years ago in Families
That Kind Of Weekend
This was written after a long weekend, listening to my 20 year old son (who has autism) chatter non-stop about his obsessions. I love him dearly, but oh, sometimes I could use a break! It's not always easy as a single mom, but I wouldn't trade him for anything in the universe.
By Jena Tilton Pinkham5 years ago in Poets
