It’s the little things…a day in the life of a writer

HJ, I want to thank you..thank you for supporting me, and making me want to be a better person, thank you for the love you freely give, and allowing me to be a part of your life. You always tell people that you couldn’t do all that you do if not for me, but I don’t think you understand that without you, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Thank you, thank you for playing the role in my life that you do, for the love you give me on a daily basis, and the warmth you surround me with. Thank you for the home you help me make and share with me our children, grandchild, kittens, and friends. Together we are all family, one which I am forever grateful for.

Lessons not learned…

I also know that a good swat to my back side when I’d done wrong and a healthy dose of fear where my father was concerned helped shape my life. (And no, fathers aren’t the only ones that can instill fear; my mother could swing a mean flyswatter.) I know that having to face the consequences of my actions taught me to thing through future actions. and I know that once a bullet was fired, it could never be retrieved. There was no hitting the reset button the video game console…no redo’s.