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Deana O'Hara - Speaker, Comedian, Writer 
Still is… A little more disappointing when I find out I was mistaken, but I take the good with the bad.
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That is a great way of looking at it. Thank you!
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I’m not sure I ever got there, but I do know what you mean, and I sort of remember it with my daughters, bless them
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I agree Paul, that was the fun part about being a little girl and raising boys. The magic of childhood. I miss it sometimes.
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Did you write that poem? Very cool!
Hows the foot, ankle?
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Are you referring to the photograph or the poem on the right side of my page? — the photo no. The poem about Sweden, yes.
My ankle is okay for now. The graft on my tibia didn’t take though and they are going back in on April 2 to do another graft. This time they will use bone from my hip. oh goody goody gosh! HA! not exactly looking forward to 3 more months in a wheel chair followed by three months in a boot. Good thing I write for a living.
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