A Wedding and a Power Ranger

I completely forgot to finish the second part of my original post! To read the first installment, click here. But it really isn't necessary, this is pretty self-explanatory. As we were ready to say our vows, listening to the beautiful singer we had hired for our wedding belt out "I Believe in You and Me."... Continue Reading →

The House on Taylor Street (My Ugly Kitchen)

Well here's a little post that you requested from a while back. I talked about my house on Taylor Street's kitchen. It was an ugly kitchen but it was MY KIND of ugly! So I have rooted around and found a few photos. I do not have access to my entire box of photos right... Continue Reading →

A Lost Battle (Magic Memory)

Every ten years, since my dad turned 60, we put together a scrapbook for him. We've done three. He is 89 and soon will be due for his next book... I have been spending more time with my parents in the past few months to assist my siblings in their care. Age waits for no... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped I Got The Hell Back Up! (Friday Series Finale)

Many of you have read both of my Friday series. Previously; Before I Tripped Over a Stone and currently After I Tripped. Today we are going to conclude the series. I was told to report to my local social security office to apply for disability. I begrudgingly agreed, for no other reason than to say to... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; The Diagnosis (Friday Series #9)

Returning to my parent's home in 2001 in Minnesota was comforting, yet disconcerting, and a bit embarrassing at my age. (I was 33 years old, almost 34!) I was moved into the 'office' and slept on a pullout couch. I don't think I did anything the first week but cry and sleep. My Mom brought... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; The Rescue (Friday Series #8)

The strangest thing about fibromyalgia is the progression of symptoms. After the first few years, you start getting worse, not better. Your world closes in until it is just you and your disease. You lose your job, your independence, your identity. Your social circle evaporates. You no longer have the strength to fight for yourself.... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped (Friday Series #1.)

I wrote a previous series called; Before I Tripped Over a Stone. I wanted people to know I had a life before fibromyalgia. I experienced ordinary ups and downs. I did overcome a lot but had built a life, excelled, and was happy. Then I was in a car accident. This was the catalyst for... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, #23

(Previous post, Before I Tripped, #22) I was settling in and getting comfortable as the director of the Bishop Lewis State Work Release program in Seattle, Washington. I had worked with a government narcotics unit to safely (and quietly) remove a strain of black tar heroin from the community. The facility was moving in the... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #22

(Previous Fridays post, Before I Tripped, #21) I had arrived in Seattle and landed my first job. The job I had been formally educated to do. I was hired to be the Assistant Director of one of the largest Work Releases in Seattle, Washington. If I told you I was not nervous, I'd be lying,... Continue Reading →

Trust Me, Eat the Monkey.

I had a friend tell me that she used to trust anyone that could write a prescription. So did I. Trust. That is a big word. Those five little letters in a row can be life-altering. Do you trust me? Do I trust you? Trust is a knife wrapped with a bow. A gift that can... Continue Reading →

Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays #21

If you'd like to catch up, please go to; Before I Tripped #20 Amy and I had everything packed. Two cars completely full, Amy's 2 cats, and we each had a walkie-talkie; purple with yellow buttons. We would drive from Minneapolis to Seattle over a span of 3 days. Amy had gone to Triple AAA, and... Continue Reading →

Happy Father’s Day to One of the Best!

A Man who grew up with no running water, no electricity, or heat. Now walking around in the age of computers and cellphones... I remember the day he brought home a "microwave" for my mother. All of us kids would watch that big, heavy, electric box cook as my mom would yell at us not... Continue Reading →

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