It’s been one year. It’s been six years. Two different milestones but really two very interconnected milestones. Six years ago, I toed the line at my first marathon. My mother was a big cheerleader in my running. She never said I shouldn’t do it because I’m too old, I’ll hurt my knees or any of… Continue reading It’s Been a Year
I know, who cares what happened on November 25th, 1984? It is not a particularly important date in world history. It is an important Sunday in my personal history. Twenty-five years ago today I became a mother. The day started out the same as many Sundays. I woke up earlier than need be. I… Continue reading Twenty-five Years Ago Today
My mother loves roses so this piece I dedicate to her. She talks to me like understand. She ought to know I can’t even keep a cactus alive. Plants and I are mortal enemies and since I am still kicking, my guess is I have killed the plants. I am not totally sure I am done… Continue reading A Rose By Any Other Name
Nicki's Nook 