After several weekends of birthdays and other celebrations, I thought that I'd have this weekend free to do some writing. I've got bits and pieces of posts all over the place that desperately need to be made whole. But ... the best laid plans of mice and men ... A call from my niece Tuesday has got Mulder and me packing up to go to Orlando this weekend to see her and her family and my nephew and his family. I haven't seen my oldest nephew in 10 years so I figured the writing can wait right along with the laundry. We'll be having some Hurricanes at Pat O'Briens and maybe a few margaritas at Margaritaville.
Y'all won't mind waiting for some actual posts for a little longer, right?
This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.