I have very vivid memories of the events surrounding my father's death. It was February 1991. Roy and I were newlyweds, still in that hazy "Isn't the world a beautiful place!?" fog. I'd gone to pick up a few groceries after work, and as I crossed the railroad tracks near our house - too fast… Continue reading Liar, Liar
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There once was a girl who loved her family, her dog, books, and Jesus. Spoiler alert – it's me.
Tracey Mac Lean Dowdy 