Life Is Short. Regrets Hurt.

Please be nice to everyone, because you never know when your time is up. If there’s anyone, or anything in your past who you treates badly, why not reconnect with them. Regtting past things, hurts. I know, because I regret not following my heart and talking to my super amazing: Claire Baire, in 1979. IContinue reading “Life Is Short. Regrets Hurt.”

Puberty Part 1

These next few blogs are personal 1’s about my life. In 1965 when I was hatched, was assigned male. As a result, I was required to do all the male activities, which I abhored. From an early age, I felt different, but unable to talk to anyone. Early 1970, I started school, where I metContinue reading “Puberty Part 1”