As I’ve said before, I spent years journaling. This Mother’s Day, I took out my journals written when my children were very young and reread parts of them. The amazing thing of journaling is the recording of little events that get lost in the cracks of the road of life.
Hubby and I are staying home these days. Our age and my asthma push us into the high-risk category for COVID-19 so prudence forces us to shelter in place. Our quarantine comes when Hubby is usually busy getting ready for his summer sojourn to South Dakota. For now, that trip
This past week I marked another birthday. I know age is just a number, but when consulting high risk categories for bad things, I’m toeing that line and wondering what lies ahead. I usually get taken to lunch by friends on my birthday and Hubby takes me to places where
We’re living in unusual times. With schools and businesses closing, people staying in their homes, and the hoarding of supplies, it’s little wonder fear is running rampant in the streets. Whether it’s the fear of dying, fear of doing without necessities, or fear of the unknown, it’s daily growing bigger