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Well duh, obviously I’m grateful for my association with Kensington Aphrodisia and if someone would tell me where the model for Taming a Cougar hangs out, I’d be doubly grateful. How come there ain’t no hunks in my neighborhood? Well there’s one buffed dude but he lives with his parents, has been in and out of mental facilities, and growls more than talks. (poor parents. poor dude)

At the moment I’m insanely grateful for the view out my window. After living in a canyon for many years, I’ll never take the sky and mountains view for granted. No matter what’s going on in the sky, I love watching nature. Nature has always factored predominantly in my world. I welcome sun, wind, rain, snow, the whole package. And don’t get me started on my love affair with the mountains and nearby river.

I’m grateful for my sons and grandchildren. They’ve broadened my scope of what life’s about beyond measure. Even when my sons were teens and I threatened to drop them off at a gypsy camp, their hold on my heart never let up. I’d die for my grandchildren; I’d probably kill for them. Its that basic.

I’m grateful for my parents’ impact on my life, both of them although they touched me in very different ways. My mother was my rock, the planter of my love of reading and from there writing. A teacher, she made books a core part of my and my sister’s childhood. We didn’t have TV (useless in the remote areas we lived in) so when my sister and I couldn’t be outside, we curled up with books. We still share and trade. Mother always encouraged my early attempts at writing (and my poor younger sister had no choice but to applaud the comic books I created with the Lone Ranger’s horse as hero). As for my father who divorced the three of us when I was 5, in ways I’m still discovering, he shaped my view of men. Although I’ve been married forever to the same man, they remain mysterious creatures and much of what I write about revolves around trying to reach their hearts and souls.

Parts of my childhood were rocky, including a period of homelessness. I hope I’ll never take a roof over my head for granted. The size and style of house under that roof doesn’t matter. I don’t see myself as materialistic and am grateful for that as well.

In other words, I believe that gratitude is all about the people we share our lives with and appreciation of nature.
And books to read and write.
Vonna
www.VonnaHarper.com