The love of my family: My daughter Heather and my grandson Dawson hold my heart.
My church: It keeps me on the path to a kinder and richer existence.
Treasured friends: You know who you are. Some I’ve known a quarter of a century. Others, I am coming to know in delightful ways. Thank you for loving me as I am.
My day job: I get the opportunity to share knowledge with Social Security recipients.
My writer’s critique group: You’ve helped me write four books over the last few years. Your insights and honesty have made me a better writer.
My home: As a child in a military family, I moved every three years. I have now lived in my house for twenty-seven years. I love the security and sanctity of my home.
Mom and Dad. Grandma and Grandpa. Aunt Helen and Uncle Ike. Long-gone, but not forgotten. I love you all and will see you on the other side.
My siblings: Dennis, Larry, Rayven and our beloved brother Rob who left us way too soon. What a wild and crazy trip it’s been.
My Mustang: I’ve always been a practical person and drove sensible cars that I kept for years. Thanks to my grandson who whispered in my ear, “Buy it, Grandma, please.”
Mt. Rainier: You take my breath away every day.
Thanksgiving: It reminds me to pause and remember how rich I am, how much I have been given, and how much I am deeply blessed.