A Voice
I started this blog, not to be trendy, but to give a voice to my thoughts. Now giving voice to my thoughts doesn’t mean I have voices in my head. Though it has been said that I have them and sometimes I even listen to and answer them. Giving voice to my thoughts is a way for me to help others find their way back to themselves. As a child PT (pre-Tim), I was the youngest and smallest of three children. There was my brother Keith who was the oldest. Outgoing, bigger than life in personality and 4 years ahead of me. I was in awe! Then the other girl in the family, my big sister Cyndi. She was smart, responsible, looked out for me, and was 2 years ahead of me. I was a small girl in a loud family, so sometimes I had to be loud to be heard. The saving grace was I was the baby. Then just about when I found my nitch as the baby girl, enters Tim! My voice was even harder to hear. But in our family, mom always found a way to make time for each of us kids. Even if it meant lett...