No experiment is ever a failure if you learn from it. Now, I’ve come home.

This is just a hello, friends. It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Indeed, I had almost forgotten that I have posted anything.  In my mind though, I’ve written and rewritten countless blogs of the workplace, trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle while working, on helping teenagers who are reintroducing themselves back into the school system from a few years of homeschooling, on the benefits from joining community theater for a go and finding a sense of play between my hubby and I that allowed us to explore emotion and mannerisms.  I have a lot of catching up to do with my blog now.  I have time for that now. The experiment that I have undertaken was rewarding in it’s own way. I accomplished my goals and when I had done so I stayed on and it took a twist of fate (and ankle) to set me back on my path to pen.  I’m sorry, Computer.  You know I need you but it’s the stroke of pen to paper that calls me and sets my mind free. It’s you, my fellow bloggers, readers that are the droplets of literary eloquence set on course in a murmuring, bubbling flow that allow me the comforting company to expose my thoughts for us to see.  Thank you all.  I’ve missed you.

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About Laura DeLucio Gross

The beauty of the word is the subconscious nature in which it finds it's way upon our lips or past our fingertips. The stroke of our fingers on a pen or a key or the softest breath carried past our lips have such an impact that friends, relatives and strangers can carry such words with them in their minds, to come along with us on a journey into our thoughts. In our darkest hours we must always remember to remain conscious that people have lived and died by words. I am a wife, mother, confidant and friend to many. There are no strangers in my world. Only friends that I have not yet had a chance to know. Sensually minded, self-educated, street wise, natural living, power tool wielding, minimalist mom with transcendental aspirations.
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