No. That title is not a typo. It’s 9:45 Sunday night. I’m sitting in my bed on my laptop with something mindless playing on the TV. I’m currently writing research for work while prepping Google Drive files for week two of my children’s’ home instruction. I haven’t left my home or immediate neighborhood in 8 … Continue reading SMonday
“What would you like to eat dear?” the waitress asked. “Pancakes and eggs please,” my 6-year old daughter replied. “And you?” she asked, looking at my son. “Yes ma’am. The same, with apple juice please.” “Oh my goodness, your manners! What sweet kiddos you are!” This conversation is a regular occurrence at restaurants with my … Continue reading The Fear of Kindness
I’m having a homesick week. The kind of homesick where you feel it in your bones and every cell of your being craves the comfort of the known. The familiar. The expected. Truth is, I’m homesick for my life. I miss my office and coworkers and being able to talk to them about problems and … Continue reading Broken
I love words. I feel about tag lines and quotes the same way some people feel about chocolate, sports teams and Breaking Bad. I can still remember certain tag lines and jingles from campaigns that aired back when I was just 5 or 6 years old. Heck, I still sing them regularly just to watch my husband roll his … Continue reading I Can Do Hard Things
I am not a hat person. There. I said it. You will never find me wearing a hat while out shopping, or on a run, and especially not at church on Sunday. I feel like hats make me look like I’m playing dress up. Like I'm saying, "See? I'm athletic and I want you to … Continue reading Hats off, ladies.
A Job and A Prayer 