A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind,as well as the body.

Benjamin Franklin

It’s YOUR life. When will you choose to truly live it?

Monday, December 24, 2012

Ode to the lady

Once upon a time there was a little girl with golden hair. Curly and short with dimples on each cheek. She was a cute little girl who never smiled. People all around her beckoned her to play or teach a task to her but she avoided them like a plague. As this little girl grew her dimples stayed her hair changed to an auburn color and she fought but learned to spell and write and read as every child ought to. She did not yet smile much. So this little girl grew up and somewhere along the way she met a woman who with out doubt saw good in her. We talked a lot at least once a week and sometimes more. The girl lashed out at her at times but the lady kept insisting she come back. She never gave up. Her name is Paula Rosenberg my wonderful wonderful therapist. I hope you are well. I love you! Thank you for making me smile.

Merry Christmas everyone!!


  1. A beautiful tribute of love. Merry Christmas.

  2. Very sweet. Merry Xmas Michelle!

  3. awww... a wonderful story! There is someone for everyone indeed! Merry Christmas, Michelle!

  4. Thanks guys. She means the world to me!


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