Long ago my mother had a camera without a flash. She was always moving people into the bright sunshine to snap a picture. There is nothing on my brothers face here except a big dollop of extremely bright light. Some spots are over exposed and some are left in the shadows.
Mom always told me I was a very content and happy baby. I liked to eat and sleep and laugh. Not much has changed, really. But this picture is proof that even the happiest baby can raise a little hell. Man, what a face.
My Stories with my Depression Sidekick.
musings on life, love and laughter from my spoken heart to yours
This is not a depressing blog
RAWResome books, stories & ideas for women
Tell me about it!
This is not about me, or is it?
Travel, Quests, and Adventures off the Beaten Path
This blog is not FDA approved
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Christian writer and inspirer, nakedly sharing my life through stories and poetry with words that urge me to write them
Life from Southern California, mostly San Diego County
Electronic thoughts Follow me and enjoy !
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Love and Life; Pure and Simple
Observations and views from a different set of eyes
Lost in the struggle between Mind and Matter
Writing to express the Elements
footprints of thoughts
Marilyn Armstrong -- Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth
In my search for healing, I found that what I was actually desiring was peace; and it was closer than I thought. These are my notes as I continue on..
Everyday, Everywhere We Are Guided Towards Happiness
...SYRUP ON THE SIDE.
a brocade of tales and short stories
A Quasi-Redhead Rambles On About Eating Disorders, Recovery, Nail Polish & Other Stuff
Some what normal, Mostly Unusual, Sanity Questionable
I like Eclectic. I am a blogging mutt. Sometimes I will dress it up a bit with a poem or song.
Love That Transcends All Understanding
Because Every Day is Fucking Magical™.
Words from the perpetually hunched
Peace. Love. Hyperbole.
Thinking, Researching, Story Telling
A place where we can talk about almost anything and everything, from family to the weather, what's going on out there to the latest food craze!
in which the author rants, rambles and sometimes makes sense
Helping Others To Go Beyond Their Personal Limitations
This WordPress.com site is cows can fly in the sky
The Creative Soul Searching Project
I smell of dust, old books and bluebells
Confronting liberals with the cold hard conservative fist of truth
Words describing things
She Whose Name Shall Be a Blog
a place of tranquility and haiku
Joy: From the Ground Up
Pirate Proclamations
Out of round since birth
1: where secrets meet history 2: where fantasy is spun
