Six kids, bio and adopted.
Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits.
Husband Fred (as in Flintstone).
And me. Why blog? Well, some people are compelled to write things down, and some people aren't. It's like that tree that falls in the forest with no one there to hear it--if you don't write it down, did it really happen?
Francie, age seven, wearing a swimsuit and shorts, pink sweatshirt tied around her neck like a cape, arms stretched out in front of her, fists waving, big grin, running across the field, shouting, "I am SuperFrancie!"