A place to share my creations. Friday, March 2, 2012. Well, another Friday has arrived. Can you believe it? We finally had a snowstorm here in Massachusetts, but it was followed by rain so we have no white, fluffy stuff on the ground.

8220;Children who exhaust the toleration of those caring for them end up going from facility to facility. In 1970 I volunteered to leave my family home and enter William Henry Smith School, an institution for maladjusted children near Brighouse in West Yorkshire, I was 11 years old. I am now 53 years old and have managed, thanks to the Freedom of Information Act, to obtain official records held about me from those early days. I have also managed to a.

Am not miserable, I am just healing. On Feb 10th, my one and only grandpa passed away. On Feb 11th, my water broke and on Feb 13th, I brought my newest son into the world. the man that was there for me and my. Because the universe never gives me a chance to catch my breath. And I swallow it, and all of the life choking sea water that comes with it. No time for catching breaths.