Robin is home, but she's still mending. And my Mother is down in her back something fierce, but won't go to the doctor. This from a retired Director Of Nursing, who was also an RN. She's getting up in years (30 years older than me) and I know I'm lucky to have had her for as long as I have. She's the heart of the family. It seems like that's always a Mother's role. Heart of the family.

Maybe I should edit my writing better, but it just doesn't seem real if I do. I write really choppy when I write off the cuff, don't I? I liken it to writing in a diary. And I wouldn't spell check or edit my diary. Now I do have other places where I'm angst-ridden over every little letter and punctuation. And sometimes I feature those little blurbs or short stories for public consumption. This site is raw. Emotional and real. Warts and all.