THE SHOCK FAMILY

Tears are welling up before I even start to type. Hi Dad, It makes sense, right? The tears. Even if it's been fourteen years? I just love you so very much. Still. So much. And I just want you to hold me like you did. Even when I was forty. I knew I could hop up on your lap and you would rock me. We could sing a silly song. And I would feel safe. Thanks for being a "sitter." In these days, sitting isn't really a thing. You can sit. But not for long. They say it's the new smoking. So bad for ya. And to just sit and look out the window? Or watch the cars go by? Nope. Everyone is on their phones or computers. Connected to the World. Not missing a beat about what's going out there. And you know what? If you were here right now? You might be on your phone too. I have to say I love that my memories of you aren't of you looking down at your phone. You loved to read the paper. And you did like to watch the Tigers. And old movies. And Days of Our Lives. I'm smil...

Cloudy day. To-do list. Playlist. Feeling country. All is quiet in this house. Seems quiet in my soul as well. Doesn't happen every day. Thankful for it this morning. Hair appointment - what color? Mum shopping - what color? That made me laugh. The age where I can pick my hair color. I mean... that's been going on for years now. Decades. Feeling fallish. Maybe fallish colors? What am I even typing right now? That's what happens in my own little corner. And I'm here for it. Even if I'm the only one. We have a new grandson coming. Due a week from today. Our baby is having a baby. Is this real? Did I marry Kevin Shock? Do we have four married kids? Six grandchildren with a seventh about to be born? Am I grandma? I still feel like I'm a kid. I still love to play house. Chloe has the best imagination. Twice a week I get to run with it. And I'm good at it. We play house, and office and school and cruise. Of course cruise. My idea. But in my imagination I'm pre...

I'm here. Just a small place to post my thoughts. Not for the world to see. For me to process. Build. Dream. A time for me each morning to grow. And to have the freedom of not being "out there" for the where people judge. Friends on Facebook who aren't so much "friends" anymore. The ones I think about when I go to publish a post. I can be here. In my own little corner. Just like before. I don't know what all is on available here anymore but I can have fun messing with this page again. I need space. I need time away from the crowds. The ads. The doom and gloom. The comparison. I fear of being judged. I love to write. In my own way. With the freedom to be who I am. And the creativity to be a bit different. In my form and in my thoughts. If you see this? And you like this? You are free to follow along here. Comment and engage whenever you feel like it. I want to talk about freedom. About love, and kids, and grandkids and missing my parents. And I want to sa...