Photo by israel palacio on Unsplash Her Take: Prepare yourself, this one might get a little heavy. On April 5th, 1994, I was a little more than seven months pregnant with my oldest son and, as I remember it, even though memory can be flawed, my ex had taken me to visit his parents who lived in a small town about an hour away from us. Google tells me that April 5th, 1994 was a Friday, so that doesn’t seem like a perfect day for a drive but his parents were retired, I worked weekends in retail, and my ex was frequently unemployed so my version of history seems plausible. At any rate, we spent the day, as you could back then, disconnected from what was happening in the world. With no constant stream of news on a cell phone (I promise I’m not playing the nostalgia card here) we knew less at any given moment, and we waited for the TV, or the newspaper, or someone we knew to tell us what happened, mostly after it was long over. Not to say that I remember having a perfect...
Ok, here’s the deal, we have stuff to say. We’re two people who've been friends a seriously long time and we talk about EVERYTHING. (Well, almost.) One day we decided that it would be fun to stop ourselves whenever the conversation got really interesting and say “WAIT!! Save that for the blog!!” So, good news!! This is our blog.