A Season to Hold Space
If there was ever a season that I felt more bipolar… it is the holiday season. I LOVE the holidays. LOVE. THEM. I lit a candle yesterday and I could taste Christmas. We’ve… Continue reading
If there was ever a season that I felt more bipolar… it is the holiday season. I LOVE the holidays. LOVE. THEM. I lit a candle yesterday and I could taste Christmas. We’ve… Continue reading
I give grace. To everyone. Except me. If a friend has a goal to exercise everyday and they miss a couple days, I’m proud of them. THEY WORKED OUT MOST DAYS! But if… Continue reading
My mom is a farmer. I didn’t inherit that gene. When my kids were young, they’d go to Grandma’s and carry around chickens. I’d tell them to make sure the chickens don’t peck… Continue reading
I read Melania Trump’s memoir. Then I read Michelle Obama’s memoir. Before I dove into either of them, I made a list of activities and based on my preconceived notions, decided which woman… Continue reading
As 2025 took off with a boom (the midnight explosions behind my house rocked my world harder than when I got stuck in a mosh pit at a Metallica concert), I pondered my… Continue reading
Sometimes I feel like my life is just a series of interruptions. Everyday, I have my plan, my to-do list; I’ve mentally prepared to tackle things. I know, understand and accept that sometimes… Continue reading
Eighteen years ago, I went to a Kenny Chesney concert. After the concert, a friend suggested we go to a party at Jesse Dees’ house. Without hesitation, I agreed. Unbeknownst to all, I… Continue reading
Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday to me! I’m 43. Halfway to 86. Lots of things today will be about ME. The shared credit card is buying ME coffee this morning. My boss… Continue reading
I’m an amateur blogger… maybe it’s a no-no to post pictures of poo. And what the heck is with me and poo… I literally just blogged about a Thunder Box the other day!… Continue reading