"This gettin' old ain't for sissy's ~ Clara Conway Dennis, I'm so sorry you have to find out about this by reading my blog. No one planned this; it just happened. As part of my journey of self-discovery, I set out to find a friend 40 years older than myself. Shockingly, I fell in love.… Continue reading Task #4: Make a friend forty years older than me!
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A CRIPPLES DRUDGE HELPS YOU FROLIC THROUGH CHRISTMAS!
This blog is a frolic through the bucket list of a cripples drudge. The home page contains the details, although ... I do get of track at times!
TASK #7: Baby Boys, Banofee Pie, and a Bountiful Thanksgiving!
Kyle was my revelation and my revolution.
And now, a word from my other half, the yang to my yin, the sun to my moon, and my muse … Dennis Conway
Before I let Dennis have his say, I just want to give you, my little cabbages, some context. As I have said before, Dennis is a force of nature. After 14 years of marriage, he still continues to surprise me. He is unpredictable, unbelievably mentally strong, fun, intense, more stubborn than an old goat, and… Continue reading And now, a word from my other half, the yang to my yin, the sun to my moon, and my muse … Dennis Conway
Looking Through Rose Colored Glasses. Task #6: Dance with my husband standing up (ish)
It whispered to me over, and over, "Take the space in your heart for what will never be, and create something new to fill It!"
I told you I would be back to being myself again … a soft, squishy, marshmallow, who sees the world thru rose colored glasses!
Hello, my wee, merry band of Dibbuns. Last we chatted, I was in a dark place. Loving big also means you hurt big sometimes too, but do you really want to love small? It's okay ... and I'm okay. Thanks to all of you, I had a safe place to let all of the yuck… Continue reading I told you I would be back to being myself again … a soft, squishy, marshmallow, who sees the world thru rose colored glasses!
Tonight…
Tonight, I am not made of lightness, and sweetness. I am hard, and heavy...
Part Three of Hope grows in rocky soil, Georgia, on my mind …
Well, my hello, my little friends! Where were we? Oh ... yes, the last part of my story about angels, otherworldly happenings, and Dennis' health crisis in Canada 4 years ago. Last we spoke in part II, Dennis was still in ICU, but, praise be, he had finally regained consciousness! Once they removed Dennis' breathing… Continue reading Part Three of Hope grows in rocky soil, Georgia, on my mind …
Hope Grows in Rocky Soil, Part II, The Storm Hits
He showed me Dennis' MRI, and the entire posterior of his brain was covered in what looked like, dark, ominous, storm clouds.
Frolicking to Fifty! 