Life goes on, ya know? It doesn't care if you're sick or tired or depressed. Once again, not to bury the lead. Meet my grandchild, Morgan. Biological sex is to be revealed upon birth which is predicted around Thanksgiving Day.... Continue Reading →
I'm getting older. There is far more sand in the bottom of my hourglass than the top. I don't need a calendar to tell me this. I know it in my body.