a Living Breathing Journal of My PTSD Journey. as I Paint through the Pain & Celebrate Life.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Stone soup/ I use to tell my children, this crazy story of stone soup, when time were hard,our family would come together....Each bringing something to the table (food), and we Ladies would prepare a meal......Did'nt matter what it was, WE CALLED IT STONE SOUP/fond memory.Xxo Some day we will tell you,the one about the sock's in oven,and the time the wheel chair had a flat! LOL Glitter kisses Xxo