My Dad alway said the Past is Prologue

I moved back to Flint, Michigan from NYC on 6/6/86. Shortly after, I dropped a firecracker down my beloved 8th Street Capezio gray cowgirl ankle boots on the Fourth of July. I spent a month in Hurley Hospital's fabulous burn unit recovering from the burn, infection and two skin grafts (first pig skin then a peel off my hind end) on my right foot and ankle.

When I returned to my Dad and Stepmom #2's apartment to finish recuperating, I found my belongings had been searched and one of my eight hand written composition book journals had disappeared. My roommate was one of two step sisters whom I never saw in person again, thank heavens. Sadly, I never got the journal back even though my Dad said he questioned her.

Since that happened, I have always been scared of really keeping a journal again. It changed the course of my life more than any other occurrence I can remember. I learned to do many other things to replace the creative hole left by not writing. Even now that all those people are dead or at least dead to me, I still lament the residual fear of ever sharing my thoughts in writing.

I know I need to forgive and forget. I only hurt myself. 28 years of time is enough to waste. ☮

So I forgot this was supposed to post on radio chair page three...

Finished some spring handwoven rag rugs! 

Here's a link to my RadioChair Shop on Etsy: 

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Last Week Flew By Already

Like so many folks who start with good intentions to keep up a blog; I am already behind. Perhaps it's spring. Have been out walking many mornings with a neighbor. Will post a couple photos of birds both alive and otherwise I've spotted at my home and on the rail trail in Bay City during these walks to at the very least keep the dust off this new blog. 

The first short story I was going to post has been redlined by me again to keep editing. Hard to get used to less being more when every word I write is a revelation of late.

 Not One or Two, but Three Robins of Spring!

What kind of dead bird is this? 

Looks like a gull or a magpie 

but has no white feathers, so I ruled out the magpie.

Was Told to Write a Book and Plan to Try a Blog First

Hello Fellow Readers: There are many reasons I've kept my writing personal since my youth. Not least of which is fear of mediocrity. Today, I finally found a blog name available this fine morning of my favorite holiday. April Fools fit right into my plans to stop sitting on the fence. More later.