Music Tells My Stories

Good afternoon, my Lovelies! I hope this blog finds you happy and healthy. I decided after my last blog that there are enough of you who are new here that I feel the need to re-introduce myself. Let's start with the fact that I was born and raised in Kentucky - that's in the USA for my international followers. I grew up in a very small town where pretty much everybody knew everybody. My high school graduating class had less than 100 people in it. I've worked as a carhop, a cashier, and a seamstress, and I've spent many an hour planting, hoeing, cutting, spiking, and hanging tobacco. I went to college after high school and majored in music, but when college party life got the better of me, I walked away. My life took a drastic turn the day I was hired to be a legal secretary at a local law firm and then decided to go back to school and get a paralegal degree. And yes, I worked for a number of years as a paralegal and office manager. And, of course, I do none of this now

Good morning, my Lovelies! How ya doin'? I hope you're well. I hope you're healthy and happy. And I really hope that you find a reason to smile today and that you pass that smile along to someone else. You never know when something so simple can make someone's day. What's been going on with me? In some ways, nothing, and in some ways, everything. I've just recently returned from my unplanned trip to Kentucky. For the most part, it was a rough trip, a rough stay, and while I don't particularly want to talk about the reasons I was there, I do want to address something that happened. And what was that? I was sitting at the hospital talking to my family back home when the elevator doors opened and my ex-husband stepped out. Now, if you've followed my blog for a long time you know that I am and will continue to remain friends with every person I've ever been in a relationship of any kind with - except for one. He must have really hurt me, right? Most peop

Good morning, my Lovelies! To say that the last couple of weeks have been a test for me would be an understatement. I hope things have been much better for you in your part of the world. As of this morning, I am still with my parents in Kentucky, but I should be heading home next week. I'm going to share something with you and I'm uncertain where to begin. Have you ever had someone give you "ick" feelings? I'm not just talking about "eww, this person isn't for me." I'm talking about skin crawling can barely stand to be in the same room with them. I'm talking about the possibility that there is something buried deep inside you that knows this person is truly bad, or that they do or have done some seriously bad shit. I've felt this way about someone I've known my entire life for as long as I can remember. (And before you ask, no, there is no avoiding this person, although I sometimes go for very long stretches without seeing them.) I