No one in my family knows I write here. Some of my content would upset them. They know I write but don't even ask me. I even asked the one daughter for permission to use her and my granddaughter's pic in my article about my cat. No one reads much in my family but my oldest daughter and I rarely see her. It's a shame. Like a lost art.

My mom was like that too with gifts. And if she did cheat it was a big secret although we usually found out. To this day my older sister and I bitch about my parents giving our younger sister their car while she was in college and they bought a new one. WE never got a nice car. What brats we are!

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I write about my experiences in life. Some mundane, some sad, some funny, and hopefully none boring! And, I now have top writer status in “Life”.

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Klara Jane Holloway

Klara Jane Holloway

I write about my experiences in life. Some mundane, some sad, some funny, and hopefully none boring! And, I now have top writer status in “Life”.

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