I've never really been a collector as I find there is enough clutter to be found with lone socks, paperwork piles and laundry that waits to be folded. The last thing I need is a collection of small bears or steins that will never hold a beverage. I do have a failed attempt at a collection of "Grow Up" porcelain dolls I purchased for my daughter so that she would receive one each birthday. Currently, according to these tiny dolls, she stopped aging at her twelfth year and, apparently, was nine, twice. Not really knowing what to do with an extra nine year old doll, I can't seem to toss it out. Last year, while remodeling my daughter's room for the umpteenth time, everything was moved from her room to mine. Three days later, everything was moved back to her room except for the apparently unwanted and unfinished collection of "Grow Up" dolls. They remained, staring at me, to remind me that not only did I fail to finish what I started, but I w
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.