It has been a WEEK and I think we can all agree that our great hopes that 2020 would leave so that the next year

dancing through life – on broken feet
tales of a jesus-loving writer, her adorable little fam jam, the world's most fabulous weenie dog, grace, travel, love, life, and dealing with a rare and incurable autoimmune disease.
It has been a WEEK and I think we can all agree that our great hopes that 2020 would leave so that the next year
Christmas cards did not go out in a timely manner this year. In fact, owing to a medical crisis involving my dominant hand — AFTER I thought
Today, I’m working on a long post with several Advent thoughts I want to share, among other things that have been going on. However, as
I have to be honest and say that my Thanksgiving started as I told my family probably not as the sickest I’ve ever BEEN –
For all my many faults and flaws, I love my people big and wide. And, as I’ve written before, a big part of my heart
Gonna choose sunlight Gonna drink wine Bound to win a few fights, before my time Gonna make love now Ain’t the future bright Gonna be