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Fan of Kelliann

Newborns either love sleep or don’t sleep at all. Kelliann came home from the hospital the sleepiest baby of all time. I bragged to everyone about what a good sleeper she was, how I had to wake her to nurse her. My dad cautioned me not to be so bold. Babies change as quickly asContinue reading “Fan of Kelliann”

Always Believe

As my son graduates college today, we take a look back at the sometimes rocky roa of heartbreal that we over came to get here.

AND THIS IS MY BABY…

As my daughter turns 21 today, It’s A Hard Life celebrates her and the unbreakable bond between mothersand their “Babies”.

Hoo-Rae! A Tribute

Rachel (Rae) McGrath While I can’t remember the day that I took my first breath, the day my Mum drew her last is forever engraved in my memory. I sat beside her and my sisters, holding her hand, watching her slowly ebb away. That was 6 years ago. She lost a well-fought battle against Alzheimer’s.Continue reading “Hoo-Rae! A Tribute”

Lessons From My Father(s)

My daddy always told us, “No one ever said life was fair.” A near deadly stroke changed his thinking and saved his life. It can save you too.. Read more in It”s A Hard Life.

Everyone’s a Critic

In the arena of life there are more critics than cheerleaders. This week’s It’s A Hard Life celebrates the gladiator, not the finger pointer. Victory or Defeat, its the one who stays in the fight who never loses the battle.

Beauty From Brokenness

The Japanese have a beautiful art form of repairing broken bowls called kintsugi (golden repair). The more than 4 centuries old method honors the broken item’s rich history by emphasizing, not hiding, the break. Local craftsman stumbled upon the method after the 15th Century Shogun broke his favorite tea bowl and some poor methods wereContinue reading “Beauty From Brokenness”

Starry, Starry Night

This time of year the daytime turns to night time in a blink of an eye. Winter days are short. The nights are long, dark and cold. That cold air seems to brighten and boost the streaming light of the stars. Much in the same way, my daughter Kelliann turned from a baby girl intoContinue reading “Starry, Starry Night”

For Crying Out Loud

I cried for the first time on Sunday since the pandemic started. I cried hard. Sat on my bathroom floor and sobbed. It has been 6 months since I have stepped foot in a church. I have had to watch on TV with a puppy continually bringing me a ball and my older dog beggingContinue reading “For Crying Out Loud”

No Such Thing As A Good Weed

12 Apr, 2018 A week ago he lay on a sandy beach on spring break having the time of his life. Today, he lays in a county coroner’s morgue lifeless -the victim of a drug deal gone bad. A deal over marijuana. He was 17 years young, so too the young man who pulled the triggerContinue reading “No Such Thing As A Good Weed”