I've been thinking about my younger years. A lot. My husband and I have been a couple since 1992 - I was 17 when we started dating; I just turned 41 this past summer. It's an incredibly amazing yet bizarre experience to share that many years with one person. To grow from child to full fledged adults. When we got together I didn't think we'd last through the summer (my track record was love 'em and leave 'em) but this was different. He was different. In 1995 we lived in a small walk up on Lark Street in Albany. We were both full time students working internships without a spare penny to our names. We had a beat up car that would overheat every time we drove it. We would eat maybe one meal a day and it was usually cereal (thanks Cheerios). I always worried about money but somehow - even when it was super tight and things got tough - we made it through. This morning I heard "One Headlight" by The Wallflowers. That song always makes me think o
Finding and highlighting the positive in every day life.