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Sometimes the music of my thoughts needs to play freely as I wander through my thoughts.

Not a Hugger

I’m NOT a Hugger. And I’m still worth loving.

Hands Off! No touching, please.  Nope, I'm not a hugger or a casual cheek kisser.  I don't like it and I have my own reasons for setting down this boundary.  I'm polite when I take a step back from the group body smashing.  I smile and wave when I meet people and offer a “Hello” to offer my introduction instead of free access to my body.  I am just one… Read More »I’m NOT a Hugger. And I’m still worth loving.

My Old Diaries: I wasn’t expecting THIS.

Dear Diary, Recently I discovered a stash of my old journals and wanted to take a little walk down memory lane, I curiously flipped through the pages of these beautiful journals and discovered… these have to be burned!  I am pretty sure that if anyone read these things from start to finish, I might actually die from embarrassment. But I'm a journal keeper, and for some reason, I find it… Read More »My Old Diaries: I wasn’t expecting THIS.

Top 10 Blog Posts From 2019

A Look At What Y'all Loved From This Year This has been a crazy year already! We are halfway through the year and already so much has happened! Wow! I can't believe we are coming up on the end of summer pretty soon. It seems like just weeks ago we were fighting the snow and thinking about moving into our new farmhouse. Summer for bloggers is a slow time. Most… Read More »Top 10 Blog Posts From 2019

Why I Write

There are reasons for WHAT I do.  I write because I feel I am.. a Writer. But WHY I walk towards that life is very different. (This post includes affiliate links. Should you click an affiliate link and make a purchase I may make a small commission at no extra cost to you.) “When you know your ‘Why', your ‘What' has more impact, because you're walking in or towards your… Read More »Why I Write

She didn’t know… ( My story about being bullied almost to death.)

As a child, I was bullied not only by children, but by adults. I was different because I had a very traumatic home life. This is part of my story.  Every year children take their own lives, I hear their names and I cringe because I know their pain.  I almost took my life several times as a young child and I share my story now so parents and educators… Read More »She didn’t know… ( My story about being bullied almost to death.)