Growing Up with Racists
He was mean and hateful when it came to people with even a tinge more melanin in their skin. My father, and much of my family, were racists.
Tag: creative lifestyle
Who Am I Now?
I hear my friends ask that quite often these days. Over coffee, lunch, or out walking. “Who am I now?”
Time Crunch
The view from my kayak yesterday late afternoon. #fall #leafpeeping #naturelovers #kayaking A photo…
Who Do You Want to Be?
Rather, than Who do You Want to Be? the title should be Who do I…
Vintage Needlework, A Small Bag and Flea Markets
I love the summer months! Not only for the usual reasons like vacation, cook…
Snacks for the BIG Game
Ours isn’t a family of sports addicts. You won’t see us gathered around a…
Expectations – Letting Them Go
I had some energy yesterday. Not so much today. That’s the way it goes…