This is the city my mother was born in, grew up in and is buried in. It is where her heart always was even after she married my father and moved to Los Angeles in 1940. It's where I spent every summer on my aunt's ranch and every weekend I possibly could during the school year. It's where I ran the streets day and night as a kid never fearing a thing because I was related to just about every resident. It's where I moved as soon as I was married because, like my mother, it's where my heart was then and where my heart will always remain.
No, I am not a smoker although I have given it consideration during times of great stress. I was bemoaning to a friend one day that my life seemed to come down to two things, butts and ashes. Having somehow been elected the family caregiver for most of my life, I can assure you, I have seen a great deal of both.
So, this blog is about just that.....life and loving the people in it.....from end to end.