Druciana's Magical Life

 At some point when I was growing up, my mom started listening to Michael McLean's music. I didn't really like it at the time. I thi...

My Uncle Barney passed away this week. He was one of my favorite uncles growing up. I have so many fond memories of him. He was the fun uncl...

Yesterday, I found out that the baby I bounced and rocked when I was about 16 or 17 is now a grown woman with a baby and has been in my ward...

  I went to Moore Middle School for half of 7th grade and all of 8th grade. I have some good memories of doing so. The friends I made those ...

  My high school had a 50th anniversary carnival today, and I brought Sean along for the fun. There were a bunch of booth seeking things, a ...

  As I have said to my friends lately, Noel getting ready to graduate is hitting me a bit different than it did with the boys. I know it is ...

About a week ago, my cousin, Kara, sent me some pictures from our childhood. The picture I love the most is my brother holding her little si...

 There was a time when I could see my mom in Sean. It was a comfort to have this little person remind me of the best parts of her. As he gre...

People have been reading my old blog entries for a while. When I see what is being read, I get curious and read some of them as well. Someti...

The pictures above appeared in my Facebook memories today. I remember when they were taken 15 years ago. I had seen a suggestion somewhere t...

The closing hymn in sacrament meeting this last Sunday was How Great Thou Art , a classic, well known Christian hymn. This brought back memo...

I love music. One song can change the whole atmosphere. It can bring emotions to the surface of any kind: happy, sad, love, etc. It can also...

Photo Credit: TV Guide I started watching Blossom on Hulu yesterday. I loved this show when I was a kid, and felt like watching something no...

I have been missing South Haven, MI for a while. I have so many good memories of visiting there. The best memories include my cousins. The l...

Facebook memories can be a double edged sword. There are some memories I would rather forget. I have deleted a lot of them, but there are so...

The more I come to Utah, the more I feel at home. Not in the “I want to live here” of way. It’s more like I fell like I have a place here. T...

 Yesterday, Noel and I drove up to Cheyanne, WY for a graduation party for her friend. We left in poring rain  in the late afternoon. By the...