Monday, September 1, 2014

Brief news.

I was a child once. That's me, on my first pony. Back when... and in my mother's parents' yard. ~ R.
We exist, like many people these days, in an economic hell not of our own making. I am trying to dig from beneath the trash heap, but it's going to take time. Please bear with me, as this blog is not closed permanently. I hope. 

~ Rhonda.