Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be. Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day; Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way… Monday, Monday by The Mammas & The Pappas.
It’s been two weeks since Thad’s shoulder surgery and I am beginning wear down. How am I going to maintain stamina, not to mention, the right attitude? Unless he has some miraculous healing there will
If you are fortunate enough to have a smart phone, you find that you utilize all sorts of apps simultaneously: photo, banking, calendar, email, investment sites, grocery lists, books, fitness, flashlights, calculator, music, Facebook, texting
It wasn’t what we’d hoped for. It wasn’t what we’d prayed for. It wasn’t what we had thought could happen. But here we are, hearing the doctor’s words: “I have never worked on a shoulder
I have just said good-bye to my husband. They have wheeled him away to have his shoulder rebuilt. This is elective surgery. He doesn’t have to have it done. After all the surgeries and procedures
I recently spent the day with two friends in two separate hospitals. And yes, it was one of those days when you wish you could be in two places at once.
Forty years ago, my husband and I chose each other for better or for worse. Some days I think he got the worse. I was once this vivacious, voluptuous, attractive woman in a Sophia Loren
I’m fine. Really. I’m fine as in F.I.N.E. Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and exhausted. It all started when I attended my first writer’s conference – Write-To-Publish. It was eye opening, fun, overwhelming, productive, and informative-