I've always loved rollercoasters, since the first time I got one with my dad when I was about 7. It is one of those rare memories that I treasure with my father. I was clenching the railing on the old wooden rollercoaster, scared to death and frozen in fear. He saw my trepidation and said with a smile, "Yell, you have to yell or its no fun!" As we plunged down the first hill, I yelled as loud as I could and by the time we came up on the next hill, I was laughing. It's always been that way with rollercoasters. I have no fear of them and will ride any and every one. "The Hulk" at Universal which takes off at 55mph is my particular favorite. There's something cleansing about it. When I'm really stressed, a rollercoaster ride is just the thing to cheer me up and relieve my momentary stress. Funny why that is the analogy I've chosen of my life.

One thing about a rollercoaster ride, you don't get off when the ride's half over, you ride till the end.

No matter what the ups and downs of my life may be, I'm on this ride to stay. One thing about rollercoaster rides, there's always another hill to climb, but the fun is going down the other side.

Older son has moved back in -- temporarily and believe me it is temporary. My empty nest has now become full to the brim once again. I don't know how I feel about this. I was enjoying my freedom. Now I just feel responsibility -- again. What can I say! Can't wait to come down the other side of this hill.