by Sonja Kramer Haag

It was a while ago now, since I met Sally. The boys were hired to move her and her stuff out and into a pod. She could only take what would fit in the 9 x 6 x 18 ft container. Sally filled that times 100 in her house, floor to ceiling, with buried treasures. She loved things. These things each had a story; Each newspaper, each ring, each paper clip and shoe could write books or plays or movies.

Sally; she dreamed, she loved and she always forgave.