One of Barry's undertakings during our current isolation is rummaging through a cardboard box that was stored in the far recesses of one of our closets. Yesterday, he showed me a wooden plaque which held an 8 x 11 lined sheet of paper covered with glass. It was definitely my handwriting on that now brown-tinged paper. " What IS this?" I asked aloud. "What IS this?"
Today Barry handed me my nursing school yearbook. It was called Reflections and the year was 1971. And there it was...the intro to the yearbook. My words.
