Holding Hands

I opened a Dove chocolate this morning… and found this message… Hands are Meant to Be Held. Which was quite possibility meant in a romantic way. Bertha… on the other hand… whispered some handholding memories in my ear. The first time each of my babies… wrapped her...

Crossing the Line…

Yesterday…I set a boundary…now…I know…for most people…that isn’t a big deal…but…for me…the proverbial people pleaser…it truly is…so…once…I had defined the boundary to myself…I was loaded for bear…and…ready to defend it… Thankfully…along came…Bertha…before I started a...

All the Un-Lonely People…

Wow…I just had a nice visit…and dinner…with a close friend…she’s one of those friends…that I don’t get to see very often…and…we don’t even talk…all that much…but…the connection…is always there…right where we left it…it never fades…never goes away… I truly love that...