Writing memories

Writing has always been a way for me to express my thoughts. While I had The Old Horse to write about, it was easy to find words because he was such a part of my life and easy to talk about. I find myself at a loss of words now because memories of actual life often bring me sadness. I want to bring forth happy memories, however it seems I am always drawn to melancholy events. I have experienced great joy in my life while also moments of extreme sorrow. Since this is my blog, since The Old Horse is gone in body, since my topic for this blog was originally about the horses and me GROWING OLD Together, I intend to keep it titled as is and move on to topics that pertain to an aging body, an aging brain, and the joys and perils of a life lived. And, of course, I will still write about my paint horse, Reo, who remains alive and well.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2019. My marriage has lasted 56 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and we do miss them; however, it's fine with just he and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs and my horses. I have failed as a writer (dreams died long ago), but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

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