Here we go...Ms Lynsey practicing and singing for her part in the school Veteran's Day show.
She came home a success.
She saw a veteran there who looked so much like Granddaddy that she almost cried...sigh!!
Top finished, auditioning borders..if any..
Quilt pattern from the wonderful, Sujata Shah at the Root Connection

My father died 19 years ago. My sister and I waited the week in the hospital with our mother.
The life support had been disconnected. The wait was awful.
Our mother gave us each $200 to go to fabric stores. She said that we needed a break.
At that time there were a lot of fabric stores in Phoenix...now, not so many.
We would be in the hospital, go to fabric store, come back...etc..
I will never forget that time, nor the fabric I bought back then.
This piece was one of them. I am going to use it to back this quilt.
The fabric has been saved and loved for 19 years in memory.
..a chronic relapse brain disease.
Many people still shame addicts as folks with a weakness and moral problems.
Shaming someone with a disease is unkind.
My son is so sick. He forgot to set up visitation last week. I called him yesterday to say I loved him and he was too high to talk. He never called back. I try never to lecture or shame him...just I love him and hope he chooses recovery. His birth parents were addicts.
No one knew back then that it was an inherited relapse disease...A knife in my heart.
The surgeon general made this public today.
Hopefully education will change perception.
Money for treatment can then be freed up...Praying...
Addiction as a Disease
A few days ago, I went to my doctor. I went on and on telling him my story and how it was affecting me now...at 19 months. After listening patiently and with great kindness, he told me that ....
My antidepressant was no longer working. HA!!!!
Two pills later and I am already feeling much much better.
We now have a great big family bottle of Cymbalta...Just joking...
Stasi...Stephanie and now....me.
The last few years have taken quite a toll on all of us.
Things to look forward to:
Thanksgiving with my girl and her man.
My brother and his wife.
Evan perfecting his canasta game.
The grands doing so wonderfully.
They are happy, safe, well loved and well cared for.
TBTG
Sooo Grateful!!
She came home a success.
She saw a veteran there who looked so much like Granddaddy that she almost cried...sigh!!
Top finished, auditioning borders..if any..
Quilt pattern from the wonderful, Sujata Shah at the Root Connection
My father died 19 years ago. My sister and I waited the week in the hospital with our mother.
The life support had been disconnected. The wait was awful.
Our mother gave us each $200 to go to fabric stores. She said that we needed a break.
At that time there were a lot of fabric stores in Phoenix...now, not so many.
We would be in the hospital, go to fabric store, come back...etc..
I will never forget that time, nor the fabric I bought back then.
This piece was one of them. I am going to use it to back this quilt.
The fabric has been saved and loved for 19 years in memory.
Addiction:
In the past few years science has found that indeed addiction is a disease...a chronic relapse brain disease.
Many people still shame addicts as folks with a weakness and moral problems.
Shaming someone with a disease is unkind.
My son is so sick. He forgot to set up visitation last week. I called him yesterday to say I loved him and he was too high to talk. He never called back. I try never to lecture or shame him...just I love him and hope he chooses recovery. His birth parents were addicts.
No one knew back then that it was an inherited relapse disease...A knife in my heart.
The surgeon general made this public today.
Hopefully education will change perception.
Money for treatment can then be freed up...Praying...
Addiction as a Disease
A few days ago, I went to my doctor. I went on and on telling him my story and how it was affecting me now...at 19 months. After listening patiently and with great kindness, he told me that ....
My antidepressant was no longer working. HA!!!!
Two pills later and I am already feeling much much better.
We now have a great big family bottle of Cymbalta...Just joking...
Stasi...Stephanie and now....me.
The last few years have taken quite a toll on all of us.
Things to look forward to:
Thanksgiving with my girl and her man.
My brother and his wife.
Evan perfecting his canasta game.
The grands doing so wonderfully.
They are happy, safe, well loved and well cared for.
TBTG
Sooo Grateful!!

