It began as any ordinary day. Julie was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for me and James and listening to the radio. As I came down for breakfast, I notice Julie was a little nervous. I could tell that there was something else bothering her. Maybe the prospect of her date with James at the
Me, Mom, and Lots of My Friends
This story involving my Mom is true having begun many months ago. I’m writing only because I have no one else to share it with. All the names are real, although I’ve made up some dialog to enhance the story only because I don’t remember exactly every word that was said in each situation. As