Painting my granddaughters toenails brought me face to face with my mortality..
Painting my almost two years old, granddaughters toenails, we are practically nose to nose. Face to face, I gaze into her trusting big beautiful eyes
a blog for my third life
Painting my almost two years old, granddaughters toenails, we are practically nose to nose. Face to face, I gaze into her trusting big beautiful eyes
I wrote the following over a year ago.. remember the journalist Jamal Khashoggi, killed and dismembered in Turkey? He was self-exiled ex-pat from Saudi Arabia
Two pigs heads in my bathtub.. what was I thinking? Well obviously I wasn’t, if I had a thought, it was ‘don’t forget them there’
Everyday heroes .. are you one of these? Recently I was honored with a most unusual compliment.. a well respected woman whom I admire greatly
Well this sickness that envelopes me is starting to recede. I can feel good health sneaking back into my life. It comes in increments, like
Living a pain-filled life has got to be one of the hardest sacrifices we make for family and self. Being brand new to this, I
Most of us work at real jobs, have kids and obligations and not a lot of free time. Sometimes its just hard trying to arrange
I woke up that morning, well actually it was the tenth time I woke up that morning.. wanting to punch someone in the face. No one
Someone wrote on my Facebook page .. “do you ever slow down?” Omg.. really? I am going so slow in this, my third life, that
Six, count ’em, SIX dresses… two tops, three sweaters (the flowy kind), one pair of Capri pants, five pairs of panties (one sexy pair, just