We did not have raspberry and blackberry rows like the neighbor we helped, so I remember many days walking the edge of the woods to pick them. We spent a lot of time in the woods either gathering...
Not only did I work on farms growing up, but I also worked at The Spaghetti Shop and cleaned house for a church member. My sister managed a Spaghetti Shop restaurant in Louisville off of Stony Brook...
I had just a handful of friends I felt comfortable around. I didn’t do well with many on count of teen attitudes and back stabbers who said they were your friend but would talk about you like there...
High School life was tough! Balancing school work and working was a challenge. The older cousins had other jobs by this time and my younger cousin and I would come home from school, eat a very quick...
There was one tomato field that I think was a mile long! We would have races to see who could pick the most halves. My hubby today still thinks he beat me that day but I remember beating him by at...
I spent many days of my childhood working on a farm or babysitting. I started most of my first jobs outside of the home about the age of 11. One was picking black raspberries for one neighbor,...
Young age and teenager age can be rough! I understand the concept of being bullied all too well. That is a topic that makes me cry when I think of others being bullied. I was no stranger to the...
The life of a teenager can be quite interesting. We were raised a lot stricter than most of my friends and neighbors but we were taught to have a backbone and to be responsible. Work always came...
I struggled as I grew because I always felt I did not fit in. Understand that it was not because my Aunt, Uncle, or cousins did not make me feel as family because they did. It was an inner self...
Everyone has a story and I would like to share mine. When I title this with the words “ My Way,” I plan to write my life story in a possible non-chronological way and just as my heart flows each day...
From all of my experiences, I have found several means of comfort that I would like to share with you for either your own comfort or to help comfort someone else in their loss.
Many years and experiences ago, I always felt a deep presence of God in my heart. I grew up as a Catholic who faithfully went to church, but there was always an empty spot that ached to be filled. I...