Tomorrow is April.  It's my 30th birthday month.  I'm not overly concerned with thirty years; just another year, really.  I am happy at my job.  I love my family.  I have many wonderful friends.  I love the house I live in.  So much has gone my way in the last year, though as anyone is … Continue reading Debt →

I've gone to two grief counselor sessions and I think I'm done.I got out of them what I wanted.  I talked about Dad, I talked about my marriage, and was told I'm healing, moving along at a good pace and that I'm reacting normally.  I'll have good days and bad days, but otherwise I check … Continue reading Baby Steps →

"Nice car!"I have lost count of the amount of times someone on the street has looked at Dad's Mustang and make some kind of positive remark about it.  It's six years old but it still turns heads.  I always respond with a thank you and often tag a, "It was my father's" which gets no … Continue reading Possession →