The typing is bold, and I’m old. But I feel like I’m 16 but I’m over 60. How can this be? Not since I was 16 have I been on my own, that is not paired with a guy. When I was 17, I fell head over heels in love with … Continue reading 16/60
Memoir
My Journey Begins
Leaving, leaving, leaving, I hate leaving my home. My roots are being pulled from the ground. The plants are all moved in safe and sound. Sarah will watch over them while I'm gone. Still I hate leaving Door County in the winter. My friends that stay they will get … Continue reading My Journey Begins
Visions from Two Continents. 