Swimming in Big Chunks of Truth. It seems that I am having a hard time writing these days. One Foot In Front Of The Other.

Early morning sky reveals the secrets day holds; but like many of us, the sky speaks in riddles. Its indigo stained humidity, when seen through the lenses of a window shares the appearance of a winter storm. Men will wipe their brows, push back damp hats, lean against the forgiveness of shade-bearing trees.

Schelley Cassidy Photography What Is It? Home of What Is It? 8211; A Project in Perspective. Gallery of Mystery Pictures 2013. I discovered these incredibly fascinating creatures at the Florida Aquarium in Tampa, Florida. 8220;Much like the seahorse.

Finding and practicing grace in recovery. Making Amends with no Expectations. A Slow Descent into Madness? June 16, 2015. All day I have been asking myself why I would dream that, when I feel so grounded in my recovery. Do I have underlying stress that I am not consciously aware of? Is my medication not working anymore? Are my crazy peri-menopausal hormones taking over? Nothing has to happen for me to have a bad day.

An evolving tale of a new life in recovery. April 13, 2015 in Uncategorized. Has it really been three months since I last posted? My apologies, my dear followers and readers, if any of you are still around. I turned to him and smiled.

Wino25 on Computer Homework 3.

All Who Wander Are Not Lost. How does one become a butterfly? She asked. You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar. I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.

You know who else had it? Your parents. And you are normal too. And every marriage is a lifetime of imperfections and hills, and every marriage has had periods of time where one teammate works harder than the other. You know who got out stronger? August 3, 2015.