Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
“A happy birthday is measured not in the amount of gifts one gets, but in the amount love one receives.” Todd Stocker Today I turn thirteen! I look at my watch. Quarter to three in the morning. Still another three hours before everyone is awake and up. I thump my pillow and lie back down.
Happy Birthday, my wonderful, blessed Mums! When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but
“We’ll be Friends Forever, won’t we, Pooh?’ asked Piglet. Even longer,’ Pooh answered.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh It’s a cloudy, grey day in George. I am sitting snugly inside. The light next to me brings out the hues of the beautiful Persian carpet that stretches out in front of me. Rich maroons, crimsons, ash blues,
The older one gets, the faster time seems to move! I remember my thirtieth birthday party. And that was twenty-two years ago. Twenty-flipping-two years ago! But I remember it clearly. So clearly. Shirley Johnston is one of my closest friends. When I was playing in Camelot we used to share a lift to the State
