Follow the yellow brick road You can follow this road from the beginning if you wish by starting here: Moving along- Part One ” A Gypsy heart”. Moving along Part 2- Somewhere on a farm in Iowa, hold your breath. Moving along part 3- Walking to work Moving along part 4- A new family Follow, … More Moving along part 5- Follow the yellow brick road.
This is part four from three other ” chapters” of my life, to catch up , start here. Part One- A Gypsy heart Part Two- Somewhere on a Farm in Iowa Part 3- Walking to Work It’s strange when your little and you instantly inherit a new family , it’s also strange when you … More Moving along part 4- A new family
I don’t know what makes up the total of one’s personality, experts say it is part nurture part nature. Some of it your born with , the rest of it we acquire in life. I wasn’t raised with her, but she did babysit me a lot while I was growing up, so it would have … More Friday with friends- Watch for falling fairy dust
I am not sure what I would have turned out like had I grown up the youngest of seven siblings, a girl among five very strong males, in a family where everyone’s personality demanded all of your attention. I think I would have been the timid , meek one that hung out in the background … More Friday with friends-True strength lies in knowing exactly who you are.
My weekend isn’t turning out the way I had planned, I was supposed to go visit a dear friend of mine and spend time in her magical home with her and her hubby…but life had other plans. A couple of days ago my Low brake fluid light came on and when I took the … More Whispers of Thanks
Sometimes life hands you Lemons, and then it tends to even itself out by giving you watermelon. What the hell am I talking about might be what you are asking yourself right now. To understand my mind you have to crawl in to it for a minute, come on in and sit for a while, … More Friday with friends: Sometimes life gives you lemons, sometimes it gives you watermelon.
I keep this picture on my fridge: It’s a picture of me and my ex-husband and our Granddaughter. Someone recently asked me why? ” Your not married to him anymore, he is not your husband why do you have that picture on display.” There are several reasons:
I look hard at this picture when I run across it in my photo album , long and hard at a time that used to be when we were all still here. My Grandparents, My Aunts and Uncles, all my cousins, my siblings. I stare at it because if it wasn’t smack dab in front … More Listen for the whistle of the train…