It’s been busy at the Hauck House. Fun. First Carrie, then Cassie and Sarah, dessert with friends two nights running, good news, sad news, life. Pause. Before you read farther. I’m in a contemplative mood. But I won’t write what I feel because feelings are not truth. Not always. Having an intuitive nature, I’ve had to learn to tell the …
Journaling, blogging and other drugs
I guess I could say most of my life journaling, or writing a diary, was my “drug.” My self therapy, my way of coping. My first diary was a little red book with a lock and key. I was six. Goodness knows I didn’t want my mom snooping among the pages to find out I didn’t know how to spell …