Oldest of 12 children, including myself there were 6 boys and 6 girls. All my days here on earth I have felt there is purpose and I have found that in my writings. Poetry, song poems, short stories, all were a way to imagine and take me to a far better place in my life than where I was at that time. Everyone has had a rough life to some degree and that has shaped them into what they are. My life has certainly shaped mine. I choose to be a Christian and I love the God of my creation. By that I choose a simple life, giving thanks for every day of life as it is given. I love writing about people , places and things. I aspire to see the meaning of life in them and how they are blessed or not as the case may be. I love the beauty of a child's smile. I love the peace and tranquility of a babbling brook or the sound of the frogs and crickets at night. I feel at home in a country setting. I have lived in a city and the fast pace of it. I only was there out of necessity, job, family, etc.. I am now in a small town where I lived as a girl. I love it here.

Now I am 62 years young as of my last birthday this July. I spend my time as life opens a new day each day. I assist in childcare of foster children. I was once one, as young as the ones I now tend. Mostly newborn babies (case by case). They need lots of TLC and I love doing this.

My sister Donna died on my birthday 2 years ago from a tumor on the brain. I set with her and was there when she passed. I miss her and have now come to terms with it all. That being, because of the gifts from her this year passed to me by her son Rusty.. God works in mysterious ways. A day or so before my birthday I received via her son some religious painting of Jesus that were hers. I had dreamed after that, that she was standing in my home watching me hang them . Donna loved surprising people and she spoke to me saying; "Ya thought I forgot your birthday didn't you?" This was like a visit from beyond the impossible to tell me it is time to celebrate my birthday and that she is Ok. I was so touched by this I felt the need to share. I am blessed. <3

My younger sister and brother Carol Jean and Maron Lee Fleenor are passed. Carol Jean died at 3 months with double pneumonia. Maron Lee was stillborn. Now there are 9 of us left. And so it goes....