Get me outta here! From Broken to Blended. Widowed by Fate, Blended by Love. An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed. The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

This is our crazy amazing life. Discussing daily life feelings and happenings. My day starts earlier now, because not only do I have to get dressed and ready for work. But I have to dress her and make sure her hair looks neat. I have to make sure she eats a good breakfast and do so before I eat my own. Realize now that I am answering her thousandth question for the day and making her smile as we laugh about the animals in our house. My days are longer now.

Author of Diseased Soul, After Mikey, and several short twisted tales. In my head, I wrote that prefatory greeting in the style Robin Williams comic genius extraordinaire delivered Gooooooood moooooooorning morning Vietnam! 4,686 more words. Of February, the sun crawled out of bed at seven thirty-five ante meridiem, pulled the duvet over at five to five post. Life is What You Make it.