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Love of Springers

springersThe love of a dog is a beautiful thing

I’ve had many and they are so special in their own way.

One never replaces the other, 

But fills the days with love and endless days of play Continue reading

Not Hard To Find

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Home on MacArthur Drive

The first time I left home was the first and the last.  I graduated from high school in 1962, worked as a secretary for the Superintendent of Schools prior to graduation, and upon graduation, then in August of that year, I went to work for the next fifty-six years at the law office.  I got engaged while a senior in high school and waited one year to regroup and got married in the summer of 1963.   Continue reading

Freedom and Jesus

Freedom in Jesus

I always knew I would go to college. It was more than growing up, more than the next step…it was freedom!

Actually, I didn’t even know there was an option. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered that my dad didn’t really believe that I would go…and graduate. (I’m kinda glad that no one ever shared that little detail with me.) Continue reading

Cadaver Grafts and Karate Class

karateBradley (age 10), Nathan (age 7) and I were all taking a karate class.  I thought it would be a great way for the boys to learn some discipline and also burn off some extra energy. (which they had a lot of)  Many days, it was a struggle to get them to class, but every once in a while, they enjoyed going. Continue reading

Strolling Thru My 30s

Reflecting back, my thirties were very busy and challenging, but all in all, good years. There were a few bumps in the road, such as job changes, purchasing a different home, and a miscarriage.   My husband and I each had good jobs, we were both happy and healthy.  We were parents of two girls ages five and 10 who were also happy and healthy. Continue reading

The Infertility Mountain

I turned 30 in 1994. Tom and I had moved to Sun Prairie to be closer to my family when we began having children of our own. Unfortunately, starting a family turned out to NOT be so straightforward. And that is the theme of my 30s…infertility.

“You have been assigned this mountain to show others it can be moved.” -Anonymous

The Infertility Mountain

Here is my “baby” Eli. Before Tom and I divorced, we separated for a while. Within days of him moving out, I bought a dog.

We began trying to start our family when I was 27. We got divorced, childless, when I was 33. Then I married Craig when I was 35. More infertility work followed. We got Luka and Kadon from Russia in 2006, when I was 41.
It seemed like the goal to start/have a family colored every event of that decade. To say that my clock was ticking VERY LOUDLY is not overstating the facts. Continue reading

The Creepy Black Moon

I lay in my bed mid-afternoon. The orange curtains made the softened sunlight somehow warmer. Bored, my eyelids would slowly close—a childhood naptime–the sweet stuff of adult memories. 

But in the evening, the same room seemed sinister. The closet door hid unknown horrors. Under my bed lurked creatures just waiting for me to close my eyes so that they could come out and “get me”.

creepy black moon

Even today, I remember the window, through which I could view the full moon. 

I woke up one night and lay in the bed, dreading the idea of getting out and having my feet touch the floor. So I lay there. The only thing that protected me was the sheets and blankets that were pulled up tight under my chin. I felt safe, safer with the protection of the layers of cloth. Continue reading