I am a story teller.  I rarely have a conversation with someone without it becoming a story.   As I have grown older, I realized that I “come by it naturally” as they say. You see, my mother was a bit of a story teller herself.  Of course, many times, her stories were much larger in the story than they were in real life.   For example, there was this time when the ceiling fell in on my bed and………..well, you will have to read the blog to catch up on that story.   And of course, there is story of My Mothers Ashes which will make you laugh and cry all at once.   It’s one of my most memorable and the namesake of this Blog.

I started this blog because I love to tell a good story.  All my friends would agree with that.   I like to paint a picture for the listener (with lots of arm movement to exaggerate the good parts) and sometimes I get laughing so hard in the middle, I have to stop and pull myself back together just to finish.   As friends, family , childhood neighbors may read these stories or even those whom I have never met, I hope you will experience the same joy and laughter that has given me all my “wrinkles” over the years.  I cant promise there wont be a tear or two as well, but……it’s still a great story!  🙂

Who knows….if you grew up down the street from me, you are probably in one or two of them.  Speaking of that…..back to that ceiling that caved in……