Just a reminder there is no #DropInsWelcome this week. We will resume with the next one December 11th.
Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
The first boy I ever loved! We met when I switched high schools in grade 10. We discovered we both had an Israeli parent and we loved joking together over their very unique and weird middle eastern quirks. Over time we got closer and closer. We talked on the phone all night long. We did the ‘no you hang up first’ thing. We went to the semi-formal together (pictured here - 15 year old babies), held hands, cuddled, kissed, and told each other I love you. Over Christmas his family would always go snowboarding in Whistler for a week and I’d go crazy not being able to talk to him (remember when cell phones didn’t exist?). My diary was filled with lamenting about my loneliness as I counted down the days til he returned.
We never officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, we just were. It was private and special.
But, just as we never officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, we also never officially broke up. One day we just were. I locked myself in my room for a week and ...
Good Morning Phamily! A story from my past. I generally reserve such things for homilies since I hate typing and between typos and grammatical train wrecks my sentences can be a communication disaster. Happy Wednesday and thanks for reading.
Helping hands & Stepping Stones
This poem reminded me a of childhood experience in either junior high or early high school. I was friends with the Cassiday family, they had moved into Elsberry in 1976 and were a large family of 8 children. (Not even Catholic, SAY WHAT??)😉 Robbie was a classmate and semi-friend, but I became close friends with his older brother Kenny. Kenny was two years ahead of me in school, but we still became good friends since the family lived just a block and a half away. I hung out at their house a lot, with so many kicks, we were always able to play kickball, softball or something. It was never dull at the Cassiday's, 7 boys and one girl. Poor Kathy - stuck in the middle with all those brothers.