The House in the Woods According to my maternal aunt Sally, my parents had to get married. My mother was just seventeen, and my father was almost twenty-one when she discovered she was pregnant with me. That meant my mother was a minor, and my grandfather was going to file criminal charges if my father didn’t marry his daughter. He complied, and the whole deal was swept under the carpet or hidden in the closet…
An Unusual Visit and It’s Not Goldilocks I’m a fairly tidy person; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my clothes or keeping my room straight. As an adult, I became more so. I’m not manic or fussy about it, but ‘everything has a place and everything in its place.’ That may be one of the reasons I’m a good software engineer. That was the opinion of a girl…