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
Nearly every night of the week we have a few extra mouths at the house. Some time ago my husband started Steak Thursday. The basic premise is that everyone buys their own steak and brings it to the house for seasoning and cooking. We normally take care of the sides. This has come to be … Continue reading Steak Thursday
My husband, Yancey, and I have managed to get quite the following of young people in our lives. Some are school mates of our children, some just friends, some potential mates, some have lost parents, and some just need a safe place to hang out. We accept them all in without any stipulations except you … Continue reading Our Extra Kids
Mistakes were made. Poo was cleaned up. Back is hurting. Checkbook balancing is not in my wheel house.
Let me introduce you to our lovely biological family!
Communication goes a long way in the life of an abused person. Learning to share these triggers with my loving husband is an ongoing process but we are getting closer every day.
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!