Shrouded in black, they perched in the trees overhead. Below, exposed by springs thaw was a smorgasbord of winter kill. The bald eagles had eaten their fill. Next in the pecking order, the ravens descended
Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job.
From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.
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