Sandie Lee Butler

Broken Dreams Can be Mended

Broken Dreams Can be Mended Growing up in the 1950s, my home life was far from ideal. I often found places to go, physically and mentally, as a way of finding some comfort and escaping the abuse. One of my escapes was writing poems and stories. I enjoyed sitting under our big oak tree in the front yard and writing of places far away from my dreaded reality.