Apparently the cold/cough of 5th grade wore me down so much that I couldn’t blog. Here is how the other years went. March 20 9th grade: mom told us she had a date Sat. night. I’m happy 4 her (I think) I think. Oh, 14 year-old me, can I give you a big hug? It’sContinue reading “Marching on”
Introverted runner and other stuff 