Welcome to Langsberry!

It's the town where everyone wants to go, located in the midst of the Rocky Mountains. The downtown is the square that wraps around a softball field. Go figure...

What kind of town memorializes their town with a softball field? And what was the draw for me? I'm going to claim ignorance, innocence, dumb blindness.

I came here as a young pup still in college, wanting to belong to a family -- any family apparently because I jumped into one that was the most difficult I could've conceived of, if only I thought about it at the time. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking.

I showed up as a young college girl who'd been orphaned for two years, blindsided by a good-looking man who gave me attention, and made me feel like I could belong to a family again. Little did I know that the family I would belong to had nothing to do with him or his own family. Instead I became a family member of Langsberry, of the women in this town. I became linked in, loved on, and lavished alot by the fabulous women who wrapped me up in their love.

Now, twenty plus years later, I dropped the husband and created a new family with the girls. Not that I'm not looking for a tight squeeze with a wonderful man. I just haven't located the right one yet. I'm still learning how to be the right one myself. Once I get a grip on that one, then maybe, just maybe I'll be ready for the right one. And who knows, it could still be my husband.

Let's just say that I'm not holding my breath.