URLittleDarling

I recently heard a story where a German Shepherd was hit by a car while expecting. She ended up walking with a limp. Her young were born healthy, but developed a limp because that is what their mother modeled. I was (unfortunately) born to a mother (Cruella de Vil😝) who was morally limp; however, I refused to learn of her ways. In fact, I almost always did the opposite of what she did—which challenged our relationship, until it came to a conclusion (no regrets). I ended up raising myself—applying good morale and integrity every step of the way—until I became a mother, and brought those values into the lives of my children, and now grandchildren. When I was young (6 in the featured picture), I knew that if I wanted to become the woman I wanted to be, I had to be someone who was unwilling to conform to the patterns of others — meaning my birth mother. If I had let them shape me into who they wanted, I would never have understood what it means to live a satisfied and fulfilling life, bec...

The Official Eulogy — Lovingly Remembering Ian K Morton on the 2 year anniversary of his last normal day. The first time I saw Ian was August 3, 1993 when I was moving into an apartment building he lived at in Lendrum (Edmonton). Yep, he was a gorgeous man ! My dad looked up at him (he was on his balcony) and said "keep your eyes off my daughter!" On the 6th, Ian introduced himself to me and insisted we have rib-eye-steak that he would do up on his bbq. I accepted. One thing led to another , and along came Ryan the following September. The following April 15, 1995, we got married. He lovingly raised Sara as his own daughter as she faced abandonment from her biological father after I divorced him for domestic violence. Ian was born in Calgary Alberta on July 20, 1967. He was born 3 months pre-mature at 2 lbs, 2 oz. Shortly after birth, he lost half his weight. Doctors kept him in an incubator and administered medication to his little fragile body for 2 months. Then after many ...