May 19th marked the second year anniversary of our move out of Florida and back to where I grew up in the Chicago suburbs. Many of you who followed me in Florida, know how much I wanted out. Still, I wasn’t sure how well I’d do back home after twenty-seven years away.
This is not an after-Christmas, Christmas post about comfort and joy during the holidays. It’s about something else entirely.
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My heroes are just everyday people who work hard, are honest and have integrity. ~ Jordin Sparks
Why do we call celebrities, “stars?” I mean, from my perspective, everyone has a light inside them.
Anyone can be famous these days. They don’t have to do anything extraordinary. In fact, they can do something absolutely moronic in a thirty second video and turn into the most sought after person in the world.
My favorite kinds of stories to read and to write are about extraordinary people living what appears to be ordinary lives.
Have you ever felt out of place, like a puzzle piece in the wrong picture? That’s how I have felt since the year 1988. That was the year my husband and I moved from the Chicago suburbs to Florida.
A park in the center of the town where I grew up.
