An homage the oldest of my grandmother’s first six kids: Lola, Lewis, Linda, Leta, Lana and Larry.
The last year of my life with a three at the beginning, says my older brother who is older and also is older than I am.
There’s a similar picture of me at this exact age, at a park, blowing out candles, about to gobble down poison.
If only I had given birth to a kid who had more chutzpah.
Even five years later when I look at these photos I think, whoa. I gave birth to my father.
I apologize if the images alone get any part of that movie stuck in your head for two straight days. Worry not, you are not alone.
I recently saw a tweet that said something like, “If someone is born in Vegas, do they have to stay there forever? Serious legal question.”
Lola is too young to read my website, but maybe her sister will share this with her: BOOGERS!
That one and this one were here to help celebrate Leta’s birthday and spread Mormon cheer.
My little frog baby turns ten.