Okay, I used to dress Chelsea up like a doll;
And take pictures of her.
You gotta know I couldn’t drive, I was alone, it was winter…
Paris was cold, grey, and rainy, and I was from California!
…with only a teaspoonful of friends who could speak English.
French Husband, who would leave for work before the birds started singing and would return when the sun had gone down…
Depression was hanging out, trying to be my friend.
I was alone with our beautiful baby and my imagination.
I am found not guilty.
but very thankful…
She saved me.
Photo of Chelsea, in 1990
Leave a Reply