this morning i woke up at my usual time of 4:45am. does that mean i’m getting old? i like it anyway because i get so much done. sometimes i tell myself (quite literally) to chill out and just read or something. today, i pulled out a box of old photos…
this morning i woke up at my usual time of 4:45am. does that mean i’m getting old? i like it anyway because i get so much done. sometimes i tell myself (quite literally) to chill out and just read or something. today, i pulled out a box of old photos…
on september 25th, my dad will have been gone 7 years. hardest for me to believe (and i’ve always thought this) is that a living, breathing human being who was such an integral part of my life is just…gone. never to be spoken to again. maybe some…
this weekend holds two momentous occasions for me. saturday, is my one year anniversary to my wonderful husband ROF. i’m going to give that it’s own post. on the 25th it will be the anniversary of my dad’s death. it will be 6 years on sunday. it’s not…
good day! if you’re joining in the “the story” for the first time today, then, please read part 1 and then part 2 and you’ll be all caught up and ready for part 3. which is right here. won’t take long. so where does this find you on…