We are preparing to say goodbye… Our PayPal is: https://paypal.me/ramonandbobbie I hate asking for help, and 99% of the time I just don’t, and try my best to figure it out. But this is my sweet boy, so I’m asking. We have tapped out between my auto-immune stuff and trying everything to save Blazer and Lainey, who both got sick in the last three weeks. Lainey has recovered and is doing better. Blazer has not been responding to treatments or much of anything else. We’ve continu

It is wild that we are so rapidly approaching summer. I’m not a huge fan of summer, as I’ve mentioned before. I’m definitely a fall/winter girl. I loved summers as a kid, but when you can’t really do much except try to stay cool inside, it’s less fun. I enjoy the way everything is so green here and the sunshine. I’ve enjoyed the surprise cooler days; it has made it feel more like late Oct/Nov than May. And I love the rain (not so much the severe storms), but I love a good old

I cannot believe we were are already at the end of April. Which means we are also heading out of Spring and rolling towards summer. Which also means we will be seven months from Christmas and only four months from the Ber-months of SeptemBER, OctoBER, NovemBER, DecemBER -(sorry I had to). Although fall and Christmas are as always my most favorite times of the year. I have been doing better at being present and finding ways to appreciate and enjoy the rest of the seasons. Sum

The Driftwood Sea Turtle ©2026 Bobbie De Leon Write Into Wings I was walking along the beach several years ago when I saw a piece of driftwood. It caught my eye because it so much resembled a large sea turtle; at least it did to me. I wondered if the sea turtle was still in there? Could he see and hear? Did he feel anything? Did he come to life at certain times? Had he been alive before? Was he an echo of a life from ages ago? I had so many questions, as this is how my mind

I had a love hate relationship with Easter growing up. Not because of Bunnies or the resurrection of Jesus. But because I was a tom boy who preferred mismatched clothes and shoes or jeans and a t-shirt to getting dressed up in an actual dress (with matching shoes) for church. I was a hyper, imaginative child who loved climbing trees and making up a whole world outside all my own. Easter Sunday involved dressing up as I mentioned above, and then sitting still (or trying to)...