Sometimes new beginnings are a long time coming (like 25+ years!). Join us as we share all of our good and bad times on this awesome journey of life!
I remember being young and Ma being so worried about us getting struck by lightening that she wouldn't allow us to go play in the rain. So, now I'm a grown woman who looks at the rain with longing. Playing in the rain frees the inner child I hold inside. Being a grown up is … Continue reading Splashing Puddles
I understand now. Anxiety and depression have always been a bit of a bear for me but now I understand why. It is because when I am suffering and finally build the courage to talk to the one I love about it, it seems like it means nothing to them. If you ask a depressed … Continue reading Pain Makes Strong Walls
Lately, Yancey and I have been discussing some things about our future. We both have sturdy constitutions and can pretty much do anything we need to survive. He is maintenance for a large gun manufacturer so he is very hands on with anything that needs fixed or built. I'm a secretary basically. I know how … Continue reading Getting On The Same Page
Setting: I've been sick for a minute... like since Thanksgiving. It has gotten better but now it has gotten bad again. I'm coughing, my throat is sore, sneezing until my head feels like it will explode, and the mouth ulcers are killing me. I don't know if you have ever had any but they are … Continue reading Sick, Moody and He Is Not Helping
There are certain people in this world that are always smiling. The ones that their life may be crumbling but they continue on with a laugh and smile for you. They are hard working and lovable. Unforgettable. My Uncle Johnny was that man for our family. We lost him to a massive heart attack this … Continue reading Uncle Johnny and Fried Egg Sandwiches
I'm sitting here trying to figure out some things because I'm angry... There is a storm in my heart and mind that is ready to come in like a tornado and rip a huge path through our lives. I'm watching people die and kill every good thing they touch in the mean time. I've never … Continue reading Death is not a Participation Sport
As a child I remember putting on my Dad's boots and clomping around the house or going out to gather eggs or some such chore. They were large and heavy and made me clumsier than normal. I was able to get the job done but it was harder than wearing my own shoes. It made … Continue reading Filling Dad’s Boots