An angel with dreadlocks

She was a tiny thing with bright hazel eyes the color of a lion's, and a mane of sunbleached dreadlocks. Not a drop of makeup on her tanned skin, but she seemed to glow.

Searching

My parents both had their own demons to deal with while raising four kids. I was always a daddy's girl and it took me thirty years to understand a lot of things, but I think I found the answers I needed. In my earlier blog, I shared some of my best memories. I touched on... Continue Reading →

My daddy

This man built treehouses and death-defying water slides. Once he took me, my sister and little brother out in the woods and told us to find all the moss we could. He wouldn't tell us why, just gave us buckets to fill. Later he took the double-decker wire mesh tool rack off of his work... Continue Reading →

Pamela Lambiase

Pamela's here! She flew down from Nashville on Tuesday, bringing with her the smells of lavender, eucalyptus and everything Pammie, smells that I've missed more than I realized. And her smile. It's a long way from Nashville, but as soon as she got in my van at the airport, it was like were back in... Continue Reading →

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