Compare where you are to where you want to be and you’ll get…nowhere. Songs often speak to a piece of my life or where I’m at for a time. This is one of those songs. She’s such a talent and this is a great live performance. Happy Friday. Enjoy. That’s all from the laundry room.…
Why am I writing another blog post when I should be writing a book? Why when I swipe my credit card at the gas station does it stop before my tank is full, even though I entered my zip code like a good lemming? Why do people have children and then ignore them? Why, even…
This post will be reminiscent of that co-worker who brought in the gift wrap catalog for her child’s school fundraiser, or possibly the crazy Girl Scout cookie mom. For those of you not yet in the workforce, this post will feel like that friend who always asks you to like every Instagram picture of her…
It’s possible there is something wrong with me. I mean more than just my usual human deficiencies. This goes beyond my normal neuroticness (not a word, but it should be), past the fact that I leave my shoes around the house. It seems bigger than the fact that I organize things and then can never…
Writing is an interesting pastime, job, hobby, passion. Whatever you want to call it, it’s a unique way to spend your time. I write when I’m sad, frustrated and most of the time when the stories or voices in my head will not be quite. I have to consciously make myself write when I’m happily…
If I could do one thing without consequence or alteration to my current life, I would fall in love again. The rush and flush of it, the build up and the stomach dropping moments. The instant his hands caress your face, a cold nose right before a warm kiss, the day you realize you’re in…
I remember Katlyn’s first day of kindergarden. I put her on the school bus because she wanted to be a big girl and take the bus. I then proceeded to follow the bus to the school so I could make sure she made it and take pictures. She was my first and I was a…
I have this blouse. I bought it about two years ago. It’s an actual grown up blouse, silky and everything. I brought it home because it was cute and I saw it on the model in the store and thought, “I could wear that.” It has sort of a swirly pattern and it looks very…fun,…
Lots of people write, or want to write or try to write. When I used to sit in conference rooms, bored out of my mind, I’d pretend to write, but I guess that’s different. Writing is one of those things that does not necessarily have to be creative. We all do it in some…