It’s raining, and I’m all rested up from a very relaxing (okay, vegetative) weekend. I read, I slept, I made artist trading cards, and I feel restored.
Saturday was June 11, usually a difficult day for me, because it’s the anniversary of my dad’s death. I was fully prepared to be sad–until something my first cousin and all-around right-hand woman, Mary Ann, said. It was simple enough–Dad wouldn’t want me to focus on one day out of the 81 years’ worth he actually lived. So I decided I’d be happy instead, and grateful for the wonderful father I’d been blessed… Read More »