Wrangler Dani

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 –

We’ve had some changes up in here, folks. The desk from which I used to regale you has been commandeered by my handsome Hubster, who is now working from home

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.

As I shared yesterday, this has been a rough week for my little heart. I’d far rather be writing about sparkles and eggnog and tidings of comfort and joy then

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