trauma – Call Me Lou.

Nice Little Racoon.

I like racoons a lot, but learned the hard way that they aren’t all cuddly and nice all the time.

I had no idea that the Lord had something waiting for me all that time.

A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?

The happy camper found that her words were trajically prophetic.

Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.

Mother scarred me for life when she had me wear second-hand girls clothing and tried to convince me they were boys clothes.