A Southern Rehabilitation

It has been so long since I've written a post, I can't remember what the last post was even about without looking back. I do know it has been far far too long and just because it is 2020 isn't an excuse to neglect the things I love to do. Writing is something I enjoy and I've just "let it go" this year and I regret it. So much has happened this year and I'm sad I didn't take the time to write it all here. This blog was started as a means of therapy to help me through the lowest point in my life and then it turned into therapy PLUS a journal of sorts of my life's happenings and adventures.   I love mailing out Christmas cards. In 1991, I started writing a family Christmas letter to send out to our friends and family. It was a collection of thoughts on what I'd learned that particular year or thoughts on the Christmas season or just as a way to share what was on my heart when I wrote the letter. I also wrote about each child and we included a lot...

In my previous post, " A Different Kind of Christmas ," I told you I would post the two Christmas letters written by my daughter, Katelyn. Here they are and I would also like to share a link to HER blog. She is a very good writer and has a sarcastic wit that you will find quite humorous. She is a young professional 25 year old, trying to find her place in this world. She writes about her journey. It's good stuff. https://alexgreyfowler.wordpress.com/ 2013: Katelyn here. I took it upon myself this year to write the Christmas letter for the Garlow’s as testament to my Mother and all of that Christmas Spirit she instilled in me that she didn’t know I had. For the Garlow’s, 2013 has been all about change. Some change we have welcomed with open arms, and other changes could have been accepted with a little more grace. Even though this is my first attempt at this whole Christmas letter thing, I think I have a pretty good grasp on how it goes. Every Christmas I always sne...