(Uncle) Quay 121 x 365

After Uncle Quay made a pass at me at a family gathering one Christmas, I both feared and hated him. I dreamed last night I told him how angry I still was, these 33 years later. He’s no longer here to tell though. He took his own life years ago.

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Indigo Bunting said…
I just want to say again how gutsy and wonderful your other blog is. I totally admire you for putting it out there.
1/13/07, 10:46 AM
Otter said…
This reminds me of my Dr. Crane entry, but not being as bold as you I had to write it in code.
1/15/07, 10:46 AM
Bridgett said…
Wow. Your other blog, this entry: wow.
1/16/07, 5:55 PM
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