The story that wants to be told today is coming in from around 1972-1973 and takes place in Huntington Beach, California when I was a young teenager. This is about how I met my first husband – how it came about and how it came together, because, believe it or not, I couldn’t stand him when we first met. But there is a lot to unpack here and it’ll probably require a part 2, and maybe even a part 3. We’ll see.
“My Story Time” is where I tell My Story as a way to counter the ever-changing official narrative of history, His Story. No one (not even A.I.) can tell my life story, from my perspective and as a direct reflection of the times in which I lived, better than me and this is where I’m telling it. For the record, as my legacy. It’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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