I created my pages with a websiting building for dummies or as Geocities calls it "Page Wizard" while waiting on my leg to heal after breaking it in early 2001.
After a few months, I have become better at using the next level of html, so I have been converting my site to "Page Builder" It is still a work in progress. I am changing the site often, so visit frequently. I have linked some of my pages to another writing site I use.
Threeheadedclover pages.
I also have started a genealogy and family site called OnSpecialOccasions.
This link should take you there if you are interested.
OnSpecialOccasions
Currently I share my space with 3 noisy parakeets (jailbirds), a cat of questionable reputation and morals, 2 sons (more about them later), a daughter-in-law, two grandsons (Ian and Isaac--lots of photos of them on my site),a granddaughter (Isabella Michelle) a best friend, Jean (she likes country music), a special friend, and all the Klan McKasserole- otherwise known as the Presbyterian bunch.I am just a regular person who likes to write.
Some links gives other websites that have my work published, and the webpages of some writer friends are scattered throughout the pages.
Let me know how you like it by sending an email, or a message.
All work in this website is copyrighted. (Don't make me come after you.)
Click on this sentence or the photo to read some of the history of the falls and view other photos.
When I had wings, I'd soar out over the mountain tops,
And feel sorry for those earthbound below.
I'd glide past meadows and rivers,
And follow the ocean shore.
I'd hold your hand and take you along
To see everything we could spot from the air.
Oh, but now you must stay on the earth and be strong,
For those who follow your path.
My sky has no limit, no end can I see.
My imagination is all that can hinder me.
Someday you will follow along, it's true
As in the old days when we sailed skies of blue.
You will have your own fledglings to show the way.
As you teach them to fly, be sure to say,
"It was my mother who taught me to fly one day,
Just follow her course, and you'll be okay."
I will be waiting in my place, wild and free,
To help them become all you dream they will be
I still take my shoes off and leave them in the middle of the floor,
Still sit in the middle of the bed to comb snarls and braids from my hair,
Cry when movies are all about old folks, little kids, or dogs,
Listen to the traffic's sound, Neal Young CD's and what's more,
I still write hanging upside down and walk backwards up the stairs,
Then sit outside to hear the silence wrapped up in morning fog.
I still wear an old flannel shirt to keep me warm in winter,
Still watch TV with my hair hanging down, and laugh when the joke is on me.
I still write about everything I do and the many things I don't,
Talk in the middle of a TV show and try to guess who could be coming to dinner.
I still ache to be a bird and fly away, high, far, and free,
Sometimes I wish you were sitting here by me, but then again, I don't.
I still twist my hair around my finger, when I am thinking or when I am bored.
I still work the Sunday crossword puzzles and never check the answers.
Still, on nights that are long, or when the company is good,
I never think of you, and I know that I should.
I still won't let you know that I miss you through and through,
Still can't let you know that sometimes I think of you.
So I am still me, and I can't think of a reason to change,
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, are you still the same?
I am not afraid of what is ahead,
Of what the future holds.
I am not afraid of what's out there,
Of what I might endure.
The things I fear that set me back,
The ones I dread the most,
Are those that live inside myself,
They will not let me go.
