My husband and I have been together since we were kids in rural Michigan. Our families still share vegetables, (mostly because they want to rub it in each others faces who’s came in first and who has the biggest) and my husband never had a washer and dryer growing up. Sundays were laundromat days with […]
It is so hard to voice political opinions when you are talking friendships. You want to respect one another. I have been very careful to not voice my opinion online. I was just over on my Facebook page and found so many people I respect and care about are complaining about the outcome of the […]
By talking to myself I am ensuring my external hard drive keeps the memories that my mind sometimes cannot remember. When I looked back at my photographs I knew I needed to tell the story. My blog was born.
I grew up in the midwest and in fear of tornados that could form quickly and in the middle of the night. We moved to North Carolina during hurricane season.
It seems like such a gift that we know when a hurricane is coming, days in advance.
Katrina made me think.
We would be instant chums. She would tell me she appreciates my brass ba!!s when it comes to what I want to post and yet understands why I spell inappropriate words with symbols. She would give me the inside scoop on how things really work and tell me plainly what I am doing wrong and how I can improve. She would share my fondness of vodka and love of desserts. She would tell me there is a place for me and that I am not like everyone else that calls herself a blogger. She would offer me a cigar.