With more time for self-expression with the kids all grown up and a supportive husband cheering me on, I would have excitedly picked up a brush and some color tools, fancying myself as the artist that I thought I’d be. But the pen is steadier than the brush. Picking it up where I left off a long time ago, I hope that my words still count in this day and age.
Follow me in my journey up and down the road called Life as I retrace my steps in my itinerary called Experience.
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