I did not marry my high school sweetheart. Of course, one has to have a high school sweetheart to get the chance of marrying one’s high school sweetheart, and … well, I did not have a high school sweetheart.
I had a kindergarten sweetheart. No, I didn’t marry my kindergarten sweetheart, either. I’m not sure the feeling was mutual back in kindergarten. I vaguely remember something about cooties, though the doctor never confirmed I had cooties. Continue reading “Watch your mouth”
Recently, on two separate occasions, I professed I was a writer. Each time, my declaration startled me. I quickly fumbled and confessed that my writing consisted of note writing and blogging. I made certain the people to whom I was speaking knew I was neither a published writer nor a paid writer.
What triggered my claim? My boys.
See, I was meeting with their teachers, and both teachers made a point to say that the boys had a passion for writing. According to the teachers, my oldest loves writing in his journal at school, and my youngest loves writing notes throughout his school day. Continue reading “Read my words: I am a writer”
“Do you remember, when we met? That’s the day, I knew you were my pet. I wanna tell you how much I love you.” So begins the song Sea of Love, written by Phil Phillips.
The song is on my mind for two reasons. First, Val Erde created a beautiful graphic painting titled, “Sea Love“, and she is sharing it with her readers. Second, today my husband and I are celebrating our 9th wedding anniversary. Between the Sea Love painting and the Sea of Love song, I am in a wonderful place.
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