Moving through time (growing older)

Lynne Thompson
3 min readMar 9

It was pretty simple then.

When the mannequins in department stores spoke to me,

and helped me find my mother by pointing in the direction she had gone.

When my tiny blue plastic mermaid slept safely on her cotton padding in a small white gift box in my desk at school.

Lynne Thompson

I always wrote (first poem at 6 years old). Tech writer by trade. I have a podcast The Storied Human: see my linktree —