I'm almost through my 33rd Valentine's Day, (though for the first 2 or 3 I wasn't aware of much more than how nice my toes tasted and how much I hated pacifiers, let alone a diapered arrow-slinger, so maybe they don't count).
Military Historian and Freelance Defence Journalist
Spirituality & Religion Are NOT The Same Thing
These are the falling years.
embracing my blended family and the gift of a second chance
For those who crave to perform and help
Eyes are the windows into the awkward
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
Just an awkward Scottish human navigating life and love on a Greek island
Back Yard Gardening - From My Backyard