I’m no expert on love

I remember the phone ringing pretty early in the morning on Valentine's day 1995. It was the only phone line in the house. I wasn't expecting a call, seven year olds rarely do... particularly when they're the youngest person in a household of five. The phone hung on the wall in the kitchen and had... Continue Reading →

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