So the little guy is the one who calls me Mamam. That's where the title came from.
I moved to Fort Bragg for the first time in 1985. It was a big city for me at that point, coming from a wide place in the road off Hwy 70 en route to Quincy. Yup, this was the big time.
I graduated with a class of 12 from the Mendocino Community High School in 1997. Then I went to college. Then I hollered at the man. Then I went to another college. Then I hollered at the man some more. Then, I came back here. To the very property where I grew up.
And this is where I became a mom.
Becoming a mom has been the single most amazing experience of my life. I bet you never heard anyone say that before.
Presently, my son is nearly four years old. He and I carefully pick roses off the same red-stemmed bush under which I buried my childhood pets. There is poetry everywhere. Not too much extra time for hollering these days, but I am registered to vote.
We've got things to build, places to go, cupcakes to bake.
Why am I doing this blog? Because Freda asked me real nice. And my little man and I go on lots of adventures and we thought it would be a hoot to share it with y'all.
Yes, I am really that cheesy. Cheers!
Welcome Mamam!
Smiles you provide. We need more. Thank you.
Mike
Thank you for the warm welcome. I am honored to be here!
its about time…just think of all those hilarious storiesand insightful inspirstions lost on my personal email over the last 4 years. iloveit!
Awe dang, you’re right. Better late than never, Seastar.