I am not an outdoor person and I freely admit it. Don't give me a home where the buffalo roam. Not in the mountains, on the prairies, or the ocean white with foam. I don't camp. I don't hike. I don't do well with creepy-crawlies. The woods are suspect. (Women being attacked and killed on… Continue reading I wanted to be there, reading a book in that hotel lobby.
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Rainbow Bridge ~ Something Worth Sharing
I bought my kitten, Friskie, when I was twelve years old with the handful of nickles, dimes, and pennies in my piggy bank. She was the runt of the litter, unable to get a bite to eat until the others had their fill. When I rode my bike, I always made sure to wear something… Continue reading Rainbow Bridge ~ Something Worth Sharing
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 