Middle age is the strangest age I have ever been in. It can be fun, painful, and somewhat insane. You have possibly had children so your body is beginning to sag. You can't see without two pair of glasses. You pee. You pee a lot. In fact, you limit your liquid intake by 7 p.m. … Continue reading The Mustache
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
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
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!