Family skeletons
I guess we all have skeletons when we have lived together for so long, through teething starters all the way to troublesome teens. And sometimes there are good conversations at the end, conversations backed by good intention, and other times there is anger and frustration and unspoken disappointment. I got a message the other day which made me think, you don't know me at all, do you.
A nod is as good as a wink
Sometimes I feel like that blind...
