the secrets jar

It’s Wednesday and we all know what that means! Secrets! Secrets! the children bellow and it’s down to the basement to once again unearth the Secrets Jar from the soft soil nearest the jars of preserves.

It’s that magical day of the week when we allow one of our family’s horrifying secrets out, to be spoken aloud through the smallest crack in the sealed lid, a grandparent’s voice admitting a truth that’s now outlived them.

One more from a lifetime’s accumulation and no more, ’til next week!