
Have you ever been uprooted? From family? Or your job? Or your home? Or your friends? I have. Almost too many times to count. Since our marriage 35 years ago the hubs and I have moved a grand total of 13, count ‘em 13 times. His job required transferring from town to town, and sometimes we couldn’t wait to get out of the place we were at, other times we left with tears in our eyes. I’ve learned a few things about being uprooted, and blooming where you’re planted, even in mid-life! Continue reading “Bloom Where You’re Planted”