The parental unit. Dad holding their fur baby… a very spoiled 13 year old doodle! It’s been a doozy of a month. I spent a few weeks this summer helping my mom (with dementia) and step dad (cancer) find a decent retirement home. It’s in the neighborhood they have lived in for the past 30 … Continue reading Time marches on
retirement
Finding my place to land
I’m not sure what’s going on with me or why writing hasn’t been a priority in my life, but alas, I am back and with the goal of writing more often because, I do enjoy it. I meant to do this post yesterday, and the day before, and nearly every day before that for…. months? … Continue reading Finding my place to land
try not to cry on my rainbow 