I used to hate the word happy. I mean when you are dealing with 2 different types of depression, manic highs and chronic pain, there isn't much room for happiness. Or so I thought. Along comes a little three year old boy who in his short life has probably seen as much sorrow and challenge …
No Blue Christmas For Me This Year!
It's been awhile since I have written. It's not like I have been too busy, even though there have been a lot of things going on. I have had a lot of pain, but that isn't it either. It is the time of year that has been getting to me. It happens every year from …
Family Isn’t Always Relative
I come from a small family. My parents had 3 children; however my middle sister died at 3 before I was born and my older sister was, well, older...by 8 years. By the time I was 9 she left to go to school in Edmonton, Alberta. We half joke that we were raised as only …
Being Lydia! 