At the End of the Day

| This is the 204th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1957 in Framingham, Massachusetts, the second of three children. I was the wild one; the black sheep. Once, when my cousins were over, they dared me to ask my mother what “lesbian” meant. So, being the bold one, I agreed to the dare. Not only did I get smacked across the … Continue reading At the End of the Day