I suppose it’s what I’ve been working towards all along, but when National Day reminded, today is Write Down Your Story Day, hmmm Yep. I do believe, I already have. YaY I giggle with Family, requesting, if need be, please read my rambles back to me, The Notebook, style Remember Jacki ?? Remember Mom ?? …

No offense, glitzy glamor, but I’m not a fan. ! ! GASP ! ! Why ?? because it bothers my brain when human beings go over the top, gaga, over other human beings. I mean, I’m all for encouragement and YAY YOU moments, for sure, Me and You and You and Me no, I’m talking …

Hello there, Grandson & HAPPY ! HAPPY ! TO ! YOU ! ! You’re 12 today. TWELVE & as I sit here trying to remember the feels of my preteen years, knowing the grrr-s and baaaaaa-s and YAHOOOOOO-s and ooops-s, the amazing the wonderful the confused and the not so great-s on this journey through …

I adore simple gestures of wonderful. It’s who I am and how I do & to those who take the time to understand, clarify, & shh, just shhhhhhh. Thank YOU I adore you too. ♥ Simple Things    

A walk down memory lane … Hooked AND I Quote 3,650 YOU and the boys … And Today With BIG HUGS for who you are and how you do. ! Enjoy your today, M !   and never, ever, ever stop those random texts 🙂 A Kiss On My Shoulder  

I’ve spent a good part of this a.m. staring out my backdoor, lost in the eerie comfort of a dense fog advisory, wondering about everything, about nothing, about whys and whats and ifs and andandand … until eventually, finally, I snapped out of my trance and strolled into my archives to discover … It is …

You’re back. Although, I suppose, you never really left. Maybe I chose not to notice your energy, maybe I’m just way too hopeful, maybe you became LOUDER and BOLDER along your life path … but yep, here you are, talking the talk, spitting the ugly, reminding, poking, advising, SHOUTING, WE are divided. Hey, They Say …

In the silence of the night Or the early morning still Where there’s nothing else, but us And the power of our will When the fear is cast away And the love is opened wide Where I know you gently wait Take my hand, be by my side I love you too I love you …

It’s taken me a minute or three to realize just how awesome something so genuine Duplicated as the scent of spaghetti sauce for his grandpa has evolved through the years. and I thank my lucky stars for these amazing souls I call family. Happy 94, Dad. ♥ Simple Things

Every March 2nd, as Read Across America Week rolls in, I’m taken back to a long ago conversation with a well-meaning soul. You know, you’ll never be a millionaire writing children’s books. That market is flooded, the chances are slim, the blah blah blahblahblah … Nope. Never. & every year, I contentedly remind myself, yep, …