HungryGhost and SnowballI'm hoh.
my dad was born and raised in a Jewish neighborhood in Chicago and he has wonderful memories and stories to tell. I remember visiting there as a kid to see my father relatives and eating at the deli, and then also going to different places there when I was in high school and college.
As a child I wrote tons of little stories on index cards....probably should have kept them, just to look back....
I'm in the Midwest too, sitting here watching the snow come down...
But, there's no money for writers (especially for disabled ones) and every job is welcomed nowadays... let's see if I will have luck with my applications
You guys are making me want to stay! But it's just so cold here, gahhh. I feel like all I do is watch the snow fall and then I have to go shovel it again and again.