In which a 50-something woman embarks on a new career in nursing in a newly empty nest with a newly retired husband, an old cat, a yard full of chickens, a field full of predators, a shotgun and a sense of humor. She is blogging and slogging her way through a wet Pacific Northwest winter...and spring and summer and fall.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
To my children
You are the poem I dreamed of writing, the masterpiece I longed to paint.
You are the shining star I reached for in my hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
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