Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Days Like These

Sometimes.  I have a bad day.  

Nothing seems to go right.

But then I count my blessings and the gray clouds drift away.  



Dear Diary,

I wish I knew why mom, the nag keeps taking pictures of me.  
Every pose.  Every breath.  Every move.  
How cute!  She says.  Not cute.  It's annoying.  Gracie. 



I'm Writing

I'm writing again!  It frees my soul from bottled up thoughts and memories.  This book will be titled GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE.  Every ...