That’s me, the little barefooted one. I hope I wasn’t whining. I hate whining!
I’m a southern girl, Atlanta born with the accent and birth certificate to prove it. The youngest of three girls, I looked up to my sisters until I outgrew them by about six inches. They taught me everything I needed to know about being a girl, including how to hook my bra in the back, how to put on mascara, and how to kiss my date “goodbye” at the screen door, unless I didn’t want to (at which time the screen door became my best friend). I wanted to be just like them. I guess I’ll settle on being their much taller and much younger baby sister.
My first husband was my high school sweetheart. Incidentally, he’s still both my husband and my sweetheart, and we celebrated 25 years of marriage in April 2010. We have two teenaged sons who I’ve homeschooled since the 3rd and 1st grades. They’ve taught me more than I’ve taught them. Currently, I’m learning how to be the mother of teenagers. So far, so good.
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