Firsts; what image does that bring up for you? Your
first kiss, first car, first love, first paycheck, first child or if you’re a
writer, first story, first book, first royalty check?
A life is so full of firsts. It’s hard to pick just
one out of so many. I married at 18 and I’m still on that first marriage. In a
culture of throw away things, I guess that’s pretty remarkable. Next month it
will be thirty-eight years. Nothing throw away about that.
My first paycheck,
not counting working as a babysitter for my mom and other families, was from
the Johnstown Knitting Mill when I was sixteen.Continue reading on my blog:
