My sister-in-law posted this and asked her readers to play along. Since I am a writing-prompt junkie, I readily complied. Here we go: making: Messes and to-do lists and piles
My sister-in-law posted this and asked her readers to play along. Since I am a writing-prompt junkie, I readily complied. Here we go: making: Messes and to-do lists and piles
Last night, I realized that this weekend is Labor Day and we don’t have any awesome plans. To be fair, our lives have been a little insane lately, so it’s
I can’t describe it any other way – it’s a merciless ache. It aches when I leave the doctor’s office and they tell me (for the bajillionth time, because apparently
Before we moved, I sat in the last few services we attended at Mariners MV and cried. I knew, deep down in my gut, that leaving that church would be
I want a piece of open country, where sunlight glints off of tall meadowgrass and crickets hum in the evenings. I want my family to be self-reliant and community-oriented –
I’m a cynic. I’m the one who asks the Devil Advocate questions, who snorts at simple answers, who absolutely rejects chain-letters and sappy news stories and nearly every hard-luck tale.
Yesterday, I asked a general question to the social media lands, “how do you stay sane at Christmastime?” Overwhelmingly, the response I heard, and the response I’ve been hearing from
We just got back from five days in the Lone Star state, and it was a great time with our family (even sneaking in a couple of hours with friends!)
(The following is what I wrote for the online obituary. Thanks to everyone for the love and prayers!) I was digging through my Grandma’s closet, looking for something or other.
I got a couple of copies of MOMumental from Worthy Publishing and immediately thought, “they got the wrong blogger for this”. I’m not a mom, I’m not really even a