Ten years ago, I began a war against a drug that now takes the life of thousands daily
10 Years After My War on Drugs
Grandma Duty
One week ago today, my fourth grandchild was born. She is the first child of my last child; the baby girl of my baby girl. Yes, I am a happy grandma and a very proud mama, but why does being a Grandma mean more to me than any other role I have ever held? I... Continue Reading →
Homeless NOT Hopeless
Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump's America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →
Standing Up to Live
... a friend asked me if I had ever tried marijuana for my pain...
