A year of pain, a year of gratitude

I’ve been blogging long enough for posts from my original blog to show up in my Facebook memories. Some I don’t care to read, but others I skim through and I’m taken aback by  the optimistic feel they have.  If I didn’t know myself better, I’d think I was looking through rose-colored glasses then, because I’m  not sure I could… Continue reading A year of pain, a year of gratitude