Taylored Memorial Creations

  I moved into a little house on my property. It was in the back, and when I say "little", I mean little ! The entire house was 480 square feet.   In the bathroom you could literally sit on the toilet and wash your hands and move the shower curtain. You know those rugs you buy for around your toilet? Mine doubled as the same rug I stepped on when I exited the shower. There was no floor space for any other bathroom rugs. None.   My husband and I purchased the property with the two houses about 15 years earlier. After he passed away, with both of my kids grown and out of the house, I thought the little house might be a good place for me to "land". I knew the bathroom was in bad shape, but the previous tenant never complained. Which meant in reality, I had NO idea what I was moving into!   The bathroom floor had divets in it, where moisture had caused the particle board to sink in. And yes, the floor was apparently particle board. The rust in the shower had been...

    People are often impressed that I joined the Army out of high school. But the truth is, I joined the Army because the recruiters were pushy, and I did not think I had any alternative options. I was a straight A student, and in the National Honor Society. But no one talked to me about going to college, and I didn’t know how I could possibly pay for it. I didn’t have a car, or even my license or a job, so these things seemed so far out of reach that I didn’t even see it as an option.   My mom never encouraged me to drive. She worked 2nd shift, and she was divorced. My two older sisters drove her car when they lived at home, and both had part-time jobs. I never really thought to ask, and my mom never offered or asked.   I don’t know why she didn’t. The story I tell myself is that it was so stressful to have my older sisters driving her car, and inconvenient, and costly to have them included on her car insurance, that she opted to not encourage me to drive. ...