looking back through my photo files, i was taken by a singular thought: i love my life!
that’s not something that everyone can say honestly. nor is it something i have been able to say about my life at other times.
today, as the thought occurred to me, i took account of every aspect of my life.
a single mom, at fifty-five raising a transgender adopted child, living on poverty level income, homeschooling, writing my poems and stories, doing laundry and housekeeping, caring for three cats and three dogs, living close enough to my own mom to have a relationship that’s not defined by a phone record, planning for the spring gardening, the summer road trip to berkeley for the transgender children conference, simply ‘carrying wood and drawing water’ as the saying goes.
i love my life!
tho changes will certainly come, there is at this moment not one thing that i would change.