It is has been a bumpy ride.
From growing old to growing up. I have discovered, lost and rediscovered my soul.
My soul has been tainted with the darkest of blacks and my heart has been painted the brightest of reds. 405 more words
There is this road in this particular side of town that is very bumpy and I mean very bumpy. The road is not that long but it felt long because you literally need to go under 10mph if you want to get to the end of the road safely.
We are fortunate to live close to the Indiana border where some of the sweetest, crispest corn is grown. We buy it directly from a local farm – a dozen at a time – and freeze any leftovers to put into soups and stews. 51 more words