My thirty-three-year-old son and his wife are getting a divorce.
My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.
Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!
I miss you
My friend Nora and her family went on vacation to a Tennessee resort.
A beautiful spoonbill – Photo credit Andy Nguyen
Photographer: Elena Shumilova
Our humble Christmas tree decorated by my wonderful caregiver
Photo credit: Apple Kamp
Nerves on edge