JUST ANOTHER GREY DAY by Janet Kira Lessin

I hit the mattress with a loud thunk. “Ouch,” I complained, “Why do they drop me from so high? The Greys usually plop me on my back, face up. But frequently they let go too high and knock the wind out of me. My soul knew what was coming next as it knew the routine …

Eisenhower, ET’s & Me

My mother was ambivalent about being a mother for the third time. Her older sister had 10 children by the time I was born in 1954. She was to go on to have two more, a total of 12. My mother felt pressure to keep up. In the early, to mid-1950s just about every woman …