Anna's Retired

AKA THE NUTSHELL, VOLUME 3. After my Mom suddenly died 55 yrs young, I journalled every morning over coffee. When I filled a complete notebook,it represented my life in a Nutshell, which felt "Nuts" at the time. Writing is an armor against what is bothering you, a "shell" of sorts. So I enteratined myself by flipping that journal over and writing "the Nutshell" on the front...I found it so clever I named the second notebook I filled "The Nutshell, Volume 2". Sometimes you feel like a Nut...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Ellen Rose


I just had to post this....

1 Comments:

  • At 9:11 AM, Blogger A Prelude To... said…

    oh my gosh, she is so flippin' cute, I can't stand it! What a little sweet and soft bundle of joy you have on your hands.
    Hope all is well with you.
    Julie

     

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