The view from my back porch The other day I was sitting on my back porch in the end-of-winter sunshine. The warm rays felt amazing. As I sat there I decided to lie down on my back to feel the sun on my face, and when I looked up this was my view. I sighed with a smile: "Hello … Continue reading Why Spring and I Are Just Friends
I don't remember where I heard that saying, but I have no doubt what it means. Do not pick a fight you are not relatively sure you can win. Imagine the internet is a bear (particularly the social media part). Do Not Poke the Bear. You simple will not win. You will be eaten. In … Continue reading Do Not Poke The Bear
When I was in the 6th grade, there was a girl in my class who already had boobs. Not just any boobs...D Cups. Seriously. We were 11. That was back in 1981 before everyone went through puberty early. I, on the other hand, did not have boobs yet. None, nothing, nada. Well maybe I was … Continue reading Boobs
No I am not a 45 year old woman just learning how to read. I am however shocked at the amount of adults who do not read. I'm pretty sure, for most, it's not because they do not know how. I guess I should not be shocked. I was one of them. I hated to read … Continue reading Learning to Read
Being a mother to daughters that are married with children is like being an on-call nurse, a psychologist, a advice columnist, a time-traveler, a spiritual adviser, and a lawyer. The list could go on and on. Real-estate agent, travel agent... sorry I'm getting carried away. Now I do not have training in most of those areas but that has … Continue reading Having Daughters
The scars never seem to stop being sensitive. I feel empty. Then comes the pain. And the reminders that it has never really felt like anyone loved me as much as I wanted to be loved. I know that sounds selfish, perhaps a little silly, but tonight I don't care. I know God loves me … Continue reading Scars
I've tried this a couple of times and failed/quit/got lazy/whatever. Please don't hold that against me. We fall down, we get up. That is who I am. You can call me Nonie, that's pronounced N(ah)nee. It's not the name on my passport; that one is Stephanie. Nonie happens to be what my grandkids call me. I really like it and so … Continue reading Welcome to my blog.