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'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
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
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.