((shaking head in wonderment))

I can’t help but smile.  My family means the world to me.  Praise God for memories!  When I am old, in a wheelchair, and in a nurse’s care, I will be the one visitors stare at because I will be hackling and giggling to myself while I revisit my past.

The conversation around this morning’s breakfast table will be talked about for decades.  Perhaps the cinnamon biscuits and their sweet delight caused a sugar overload.  Or maybe, … [visit site to read more]

Growing up, my brother and I would help any 4 legged find a home… ours.  My brother was notorious for bringing home the “ball-park kittens.”  Truth be told, though,  our mother was behind most of the animals being … [visit site to read more]