About

My Sweetie

At the ripe old age of thirty-three, I married my hometown sweetie. He was in sixth grade when I graduated, and NO, he was not my sweetie or anything else until many years later.  We are a perfect match and meant-to-be soulmates.

My sweetie and I live in upstate New York, and I mean UP state, as in above Albany.

Dandelion queen at 50

At thirty-six I had my first son. At forty-three we adopted our first daughter from Russia who was six years. At forty-six we returned to Russia and adopted our second son and daughter, biological siblings aged almost nine years and six years. Our four children are within a four year span from youngest to oldest, and each could chronologically be my grandchild. Which at the rate they’re going, will be the only way I can ever claim any grandchildren! Although young adults and independent, they keep me young or add more gray hairs, depending on which child and which day.

Camping (age 30) with Pookie-Pie

My four children, pretending to be angels, 12/96