I imagine that I was born with my hand on my head. At a young age, I was always thinking, thinking, thinking, and trying to figure my parents out, trying to figure life out. Trying to figure out the evildoers. Dear, Sweet, Jesus!

It has taken me the fifty-four years of my life to learn that life is about forgiveness, and not about figuring things out. Forgiveness is a decision, not a feeling. Forgiveness is possible. Forgiveness was essential to my spiritual growth. At the heart of it all, I have asked our Blessed Virgin Mary to show me how to forgive.

This blog encompasses the petals to my flower. It is the start of my memoir, a prayer of forgiveness. Here, I will share bits of my writing, and other matters that readers and writers may find of interest.