Thanks so much for the email up late. This brings so many tears to eyes... But at least I still have Rosemary's mom... Sheesh, where are we going..? What am I wearing..? What are we going to talk about..? Did we get a card..? Sakes alive... what are all these thoughts. Guess you rocked me socks again.
If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)