"Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
- Author Unknown
About Me
- Kate
- Kansas City, Missouri, United States
- Last August, I turned 46. I am in the middle of my life's book. If I live to be 92, I am halfway done, and I find that truth to be highly motivating (there's so much more I want to do and accomplish!). However, I'm also feeling cranky: My children are all single, I don't have any grandbabies, I'm fat; I'm not publishing; I'm not teaching. What's the deal?
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