you are not alone

A friend with the same last name as me has told me that several times and I believe it.  Sooo many folks care about me and my family.  Lauren has convinced me that if you don't seek help when you need it, that's your pride getting in the way.  And we all know that it goeth before a fall.  And I fall a lot these days both literally and figuratively.  

Winter is back but it does not look like it will stay long this time.  Maybe a few nights of dripping water.  I was shocked to get a kinda sorta message from a writer that I admire.  I shared Sean Dietrich's post about his Huntsville appearance in March and tagged my friend who lives there.  And he said I could DM him.  Sean gets hundreds of messages from people who would like their stories to be told.  His wife Jamie is a jewel and together with the blind dog Magnolia, they make a very happy family.  They have adopted Becca Butler as their niece and she has her own challenges which he has written about often.  Their trips and whatnot.  She now has her own page to share her story.  Pretty cool considering that she is blind.   Becca has her own therapy dog (a lab) and apps to help her read.  One of them is called "tell me what I see."  Amazing stuff that I will probably need in the future.

So yeah, readers matter.  A lot!  I have a ton of followers but most don't read unless I post on FB.  I began blogging when my friend Zubrovka and sister-in-law introduced me to the platform.  The first one was named Poop Happens and I actually won a website design from Tamara in Canada.  Another friend offered me free Wordpress that he never used but I'm used to Blogger and that's where my stories are.  All eight million of them.

There were a couple of spinoffs like From the Back Burner ( recipes ) and Pecan Lane Photography ( back when I had a good camera.)  They are still there and I should most definitely concentrate on the food one.  I love sharing recipes like my mother did.  Lauren and I were out of chocolate so we made my cousin's famous Fudge Pie last night and devoured it.  She read the ingredients to me as I measured and mixed.  If that ain't generational, I don't know what is.

Y'all stay warm and keep faith that there is a plan ^j^