About

Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour  isn’t just an hour– but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands–and who knows what to do with it?

~Tennessee Williams, “Streetcar Named Desire”

And while I do so love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans, my feet are firmly rooted in the red dirt where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.  The Steamy Dreamy City by the Mighty Mississippi is where I make my escape for much-needed mental health days– the place I call my home-away-from-home.

I am a forty-something girl married to a farmboy who was raised on the rolling hills of Wisconsin.  He has the patience of a Saint (geaux Saints!), biceps that make me weak in the knees, and a huge man-crush on Brett Favre.  We have four kids, a beautiful daughter-in-law, and two grandkids who all make life very entertaining.

This is exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Along the way, I’ve had other gigs.  I currently do work that feeds my soul.  I find ugly furniture and make it beautiful.  I do Personal Training and Massage Therapy for the love of it.  By the grace of God, I am an author.

Make yourself at home.  This is a peaceful place by design because everyone needs a place to rest.  Laughter happens everyday and if you were here, I’d feed you.  The kitchen never closes.

Photo by *Elaine*

3 thoughts on “About”

  1. “Make yourself at home. This is a peaceful place by design because everyone needs a place to rest. Laughter happens everyday and if you were here, I’d feed you. The kitchen never closes.”

    I love this…..

  2. Come and read my recent post on hyperemesis gravidarum and sativex, I just found out about this.

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