It has been brought to my attention, that according to recent statistics, it is accepted as fact, women who smoke methamphetamine are better housekeepers than those who ingest methadone .
Jetty Bettys
I have been waiting on waves in Florida, for a long time. We finally are getting some hurricane force offshore. I took these photos AFTER the GOOD surf session. Sorry about any blurs. The camera wants to focus on waves in front of the surfers. It’s just another challenge. Something new to learn.
Nothing like some SALT WATER THERAPY!
Who is family?
Who is my family? I would have to say everyone.
Having answered that, seemingly, “out of the blue” question to myself, I have to smile.
I’m sure this guy is my brother and I don’t know his last name. I don’t have to.
Featured Family #6
I first saw this photo years ago at my Aunt’s house. She is someone I saw only a few times in my life. But, I had an admiration for her, which has grown through the years. She passed away recently, the last of these family members to die. I had visited her because I wanted her to tell me about my father.
I never really knew him. My parents were not separated. They lived together until my father’s death at the age of 54.
I can’t remember ever having a conversation with him~because we never had one.
My Dad is the younger boy on the left.
This picture haunts me.
I want to tell their story. The best that I can anyway. I was raised on stories of my father’s life.
One day I will.
Featured Family #5
If you travel to Costa Rica, down a red clay road, to the remote, outpost Avellanas, you will find a fine dining restaurant, where this man is one of the waiters. You will be greeted with a luminous smile and a genuine “pura vida“.
Needless to say his family is the same. 
Natalia is another surfing mama.
What a beautiful life. What a beautiful family.
*None of the photos are mine. The restaurant is the famous, Lola’s.
Featured Family #4
~Every picture tells a story, story~
I woke up this morning THINKING. I just hate
it when I think so much, so I decided to get up and write.
My husband’s brother, was the first to live in our little slice of nature, Camp Tobacco. When I met his wife, I was amazed. She is a bow hunter. She is a hog hunter, as the picture above exemplifies her success in this endeavor. I was impressed. Not everyone can track down a hog and kill it with a bow and arrow.
I became unimpressed, when I stopped by the house and saw sixteen pit bull dogs in the front yard. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous. She had a three year old child, at the time. I was soon to find out that mama dog had a litter of puppies in the bathroom of the cabin and there was a birthday party planned for her (my husband’s sister-in-law) daughter. I wonder to this day, who would bring their child to a party where there are sixteen pit bull dogs. Continue reading Featured Family #4
My Husband
My husband sews buttons
on clothes
My husband makes
jewelry
from shells
and wire
from beads
and love
patient*seeing*
intensely looking
with the eyes
that I love
My husband sews buttons
Featured Family #3
No Prom Queen 
I have this picture in my mind ~ as I lay in my bed of comfort.
Like a soldier -years gone by – the war is over.
What happened to Vietnam? Where are all of the naked babies, covered in flies?
Where are the dead bodies, scattered, limbs askew?
Where are the exploding buildings, silent, in flames?
Did Saigon fall hard like a rock into a pool of charm and drift like an empty raft on to a shore of safety?
Or did it run away in Nikes?
Fights*Battles*Fought*Lost
LOST LOST LOST
Thank You Mama
Snapping peas in harmony
long rows of squash
walking lines of berries and straw
life was good
Growing balanced watermelons
under the waves of clothes
they baked
dry in the sun
life was good
Now I have an orchard
I reap and I sow
here a while~there a while
life is good
THANK YOU MAMA
Featured Family #2
I have a friend that swears, this is the happiest man on the planet. I’ve never met anyone happier than Nestor.
He invests in his children’s lives. I heard someone on the radio putting it like this~many father’s don’t want to talk to their children or drive to their events. They make excuses. If they could look at it as if they were engaging in efforts, that would make them a thirty thousand end-of-ear bonus; and that bonus relied on having conversations they didn’t really want to have, and driving to places they really didn’t want to go-we all know most men would do those thing for the money.So, if you treat your children as if they are your greatest investment you will surely reap a treasure of great magnitude.
He treats his wife like the queen of his castle. His enchanted humble abode is 400 square feet. The table for this cake was the washer and dryer. The dryer seconds as a storage bin, so critters won’t be feasting on the weekly staples.
This picture has technical problems, but you can’t out do it, for the expression of love.
Is she straightening his collar? That sure is a funny outfit he had to wear to school.
What are little boys made of?
She’s sugar and spice.
In my life, I am fortunate to have this example of~how to~in the realm of family experience.