On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
Many years ago, when my husband and I were still newlyweds, we moved far, far away from family and friends.
Those who follow me know we went from the Chicago area, to Florida, but I never shared why.
You see, it was becoming more and more difficult to afford the cost of living in Chicago. My husband was a blue collar worker where he was either forced to join a union, or work for petty wages outside of a union. Neither choice was good, and here is why.