I’ve worn a lot of hats in my life—everything from mafia princess to university-professor, almost-homeless to full-fledged-homeowner.
Regular readers of my blog will know about my father’s ties to organized crime and my twenty year battle with bipolar disorder—the mad-hatter’s eventual crown–the one that’s all about recovery. You’ve tipped your sombreros to my travels with Sara—both our defeats and victories in Vietnam. You know my well-bee-ed bonnet about Haiti—have read about the poverty we saw there—sadness tarped across the hillsides of Port-au-Prince—Haitians with only tents to hang their hats. You know the ultimate feather in my cap, however, has been my passion for partner Sara. You know that together we have traveled the world with two white dogs—including a canine who literally wears conical hats.
So it only seems fitting that I share a few “hatted snapshots”—my life in helmets and hoods—
–Does child-“hood” involve pulling a rabbit out of a hat or wearing one?
–You thought I was mad-hatted but what about wigged-out and red-headed in Wales?
–Hold onto your hats–Y2K is coming! Do you remember?
–My travel with Sara—has it been a conical chronicle?
–Now we’re home from Haiti, and I’m tending my own garden, a happy home-owner in a white hat!
Hats off to my readers for enduring this heady march through beanies and berets!
Now, tell me something about yourself in the comments below—
What accomplishment has feathered your cap?
Who’s your crown and glory?