Someday, I’m going to be a blogger that updates more than once every two weeks. I have the best of intentions and a thousand blog topics in my head, but that’s where they stay firmly rooted – right in my noggin. Ugh!
So a couple of updates – one about my health and one about dreams and cars and how they all collide.
First, the heavy stuff. Continue reading “Changing dreams and determining diagnoses”
Once upon a time, in a magical land called Madison, there lived a young girl. Her name was Rachel, and she was a determined, self-reliant girl, even as a child. When she was 18 years old, she worked as a night auditor at a Holiday Inn Express. Each and every night, after she’d processed her paperwork and had some free time, she’d wander into the pool room and stare out the glass windows at the Ford dealership that sat right behind the hotel. There, right beneath the powerful spotlights, was a row of four shiny, brand new 1997 Mustangs. Rachel had her eye on the silver one. It shimmered in the glaring lights, its sleek curves calling to her like the lilting melody of a siren’s song.
Continue reading “A tale of a girl and her car”