: About Me

An Evening with the Swamp Girl It was a typical day in the swamp. The sun was shining, the bugs were flying and crawling, the ducks floated along the pond as a slight breeze gave sail to their feathered majestic bodies. By late afternoon, my tummy was grumbling and thoughts of food started darting through my head. I had already begun the events of preparing a comfort food meal when the phone rang. Caller ID indicated it was my oldest son Jeff, father of two of my grandchildren PJ and Logan. Trying to decide whether to answer the call as it continued to ring, I contemplated letting it go to...