“The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise”
Alden Nowlan

Yesterday, I shared an encounter that stirred up a lot of memories as I was writing it. The video below shows a bit of where I grew up.  Some of the pictures are from my parents era, others, I know well.

What kind of feelings does your hometown evoke?

Before the Hoarding

“In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.” -Virginia Woolf

Not drug-induced flashbacks, the kind where a certain smell or place sends you reeling back in time.

I found myself walking into our local ER a few days ago. The doctors thought it was appendicitis; however it turned out to be a case of inflamed kidneys.

Haines Alaska Zipline Fun

Growing up, my family never took vacations or sat together for dinner. We  loved each other, it just wasn’t something we did and it left me in awe of people that had that kind of “family time”.

When I had a family of my own, my husband and I made a point of taking vacations and sitting together as a family for dinner. It’s always been our way of decompressing. At times, our sons will play off of each other and make me laugh so hard I can barely eat – and I love every minute of it.