Am I completely selfish in hoping that we have at least 18 named Atlantic tropical storms or hurricanes in 2018? … Continue reading Hurricane Sara & Baby Jane: My name could be famous and familiar
If you see me standing at my desk today, it’s not because I’m feeling particularly energetic or even avoiding the … Continue reading My morning toilette went oh, so wrong
Thinking about my own mothering moments makes me feel 16 feet tall at times. But today, my thoughts are with … Continue reading My kids make me feel 16 feet tall
My health club opened the “Chill” room during frozen January. It wasn’t a big seller — but should have been. Continue reading ‘Chill’ doesn’t come close to describing the experience
Some people talk behind other people’s backs. I merely write behind their backs… I would prefer to write only about … Continue reading Home is where my sister is
I’ve been saying it more and more often. “God, I can’t do today.” “Today” in that sentence might mean the … Continue reading “God, I can’t do today” is a statement of faith
Yesterday, I ate a cookie. In fact, I ate the last homemade chocolate chip cookie in the gallon-sized plastic bag … Continue reading Secret to my weight-loss success
I wrote this while stopped in traffic, so it’s probably longer than it needs to be — just like my … Continue reading Feeding my inner road rage
“My key fob isn’t working, so I need a new car.” That’s my logic and what I told my colleague … Continue reading Don’t throw the car away just because the key fob doesn’t work
On the outside, I sported a conservative, black wool coat, black tights and ankle boots with a red scarf — and … Continue reading Santa’s helper needs some attention, apparently
Recently, I’ve spent most of my weekends weeding my yard, and I’ve found what I termed “a metaphor for my life.” Getting into the yard to pull weeds is evidence of the hope I’ve found in this near chaos. Continue reading My yard is a metaphor for my life
I tend to tromp hastily through life’s messes in an attempt to get them behind me. I wondered if I’d missed part of God’s message to me because of my tendency to hurry. Continue reading Look for the message in the mess
The next step in the MRE process – other than determining that I NEVER wanted to do THAT again – … Continue reading Like MRE results, ‘FU’ is subject to interpretation
After my cat saved my life I suffered misery, wonder, and an MRE. Not “Meal, Ready-to-Eat.” Not food … Continue reading When an MRE is a medical test, not a meal
A week ago, I had no idea that having a personalized emoji was even a thing, and now I am … Continue reading How do you get an emoji makeover?
I do credit this animal with saving my life, not just diagnosing me. Because my story didn’t end there… Continue reading How my cat saved my life (Part II)
I have to give credit where credit is due — even if it is to a self-centered beast who walks … Continue reading How my cat saved my life — just last week
Dear Pinterest, Please stop sending me messages along the lines of “It’s a match: Sara and Kevin.” Just. Stop. I … Continue reading It’s Pinterest not Pimpterest — and other random thoughts
