I’ve always heard bad luck comes in threes. Don’t you believe it! It comes in waves. Tsunami-sized tidal waves with a single goal: to drown you. Alzheimer’s nightmarish months leading up to the death of my mother in June; the blood, sweat … [Read more...]
Thoughts from Grammy
August 19, 2015 by
My grandson, Nolan, just turned one year old. How has a year passed already? Wasn’t it only yesterday I was holding him for the first time in the hospital? They say, “Time marches on,” but they’re wrong. Time has entered the “Star Wars” age and Han … [Read more...]
Cotton Candy Clouds, Spaceship Smoke & “Farties”
March 24, 2014 by
This is something I wrote several years ago (my oldest son is now almost 25), but I wanted to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it. "Cotton Candy Clouds, Spaceship Smoke and 'Farties'" “Mom, I’m joining the Army,” my oldest son announced last … [Read more...]
