Time for an “ain’t quite right” story
It’s Saturday morning 9am. Time for a story of love, loss and hope. Once upon a time, a neighbor walked up to my husband with 2 tiny balls of fur in her hands.… Continue reading
It’s Saturday morning 9am. Time for a story of love, loss and hope. Once upon a time, a neighbor walked up to my husband with 2 tiny balls of fur in her hands.… Continue reading
My mother passed away in 1993. She wanted the yard to look nice when husband #4 and I arrived for a vacation visit, mowing the lawn 2 days straight in 100 degree weather… Continue reading
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.” Gandhi. The best picture frame in the house sits hidden on a shelf, protected from the light of a mirrored… Continue reading