For all of the drama and the hullabaloo, I must say, it’s worth it. Love I mean. Feeling the joy and the happiness that comes along with loving someone. I’ve said it before and I'll say it again. Any story that’s worth being told usually has something to do with love. Love of Country, love between a parent and a child, that all-consuming love between a man and a woman. It really can be an amazing thing.
I played matchmaker today and set up two folks who really hit it off (Like, duh, I knew they would) and to watch them watch each other was truly a privilege. I would see him sneaking glances at her, or her peering over...
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Twice
I was born with congestive heart failure, did you know that?
The fourth chamber of my heart wasn’t formed and I almost died. They kept me in
the hospital waiting until I was strong enough for surgery and people were
praying for me around the clock, so I’ve been told. Then, one day, yep…you
guessed it…a miracle. My heart healed on its own. The fourth chamber is weaker
than the others. I had to have tests done every six months until I was five,
and wear an ID bracelet until I was 19. If you catch my mom in the right mood,
she’ll still cry telling the story. I also gave it the old college try myself
when I was seventeen,...
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Changes
Got bad news today. We are in fact losing the house. I’m
pretty upset. I mean, it’s not like it’s surprise you didn’t pay your mortgage
for a few months so we’re taking our house back, no I get that. I’m mad at the
whole situation, which shockingly, has nothing to do with me. My husband lost
his job. My husband had to pay his child support. My husband hired a quack
attorney. We’ve fought about it, so there’s no point in beating a dead horse.
But I’m still not over it and now I feel like all those feelings are fresh and
I’m really mad all over again. We have to move ASAP so NANO? Done. Who has time
to write a novel when they...
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