Hi, I'm Stacy.  I have little to show for the last 45 years except five children, four step children, a dog, a handful of wonderful friends, a few grey hairs, and a little bit of passion for things like bees, poetry, and zines. I also have a bunch of stories & thoughts tumbling around in my head - things I want to say out loud, for the record (even if it's only my own). 

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My parents have recently moved into a little suite in our house - my mother has dementia.  Sometimes she doesn't know who I am. Usually she likes me anyway.

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I have no degrees, diplomas or certificates - yet. My career pays me in sticky hugs, wet kisses and dandelion bouquets. I can't say I'm an expert in any field. But I have been keeping a journal since I was 8 years old.  Everything I've written, I've kept locked away in a big trunk under the stairs.  The other day I counted the volumes - over 150 journals - maybe it's time to accept that I am a bit of a writer... Perhaps after 37 years of relentless reflecting, I can admit that I am something of a diarist. 

Honeyanne is my attempt to claim the title.

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Maybe I have something to contribute - even if it's just a kind word or a comforting concept.  If by stopping here makes you feel less alone then I have spent my time wisely.  

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The planet desperately needs more

peacemakers, healers, restorers,

storytellers and lovers of all kinds

Dalai Lama

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