My relationship with math, goes back a long way. We have never been able to relate to one another. Math is always asking me to solve its problems and I, in turn, make them worse. My father was a patient man until he began to help me with my homework. I probably had...

When I started my blog nine years ago, I had no idea that it would ever be anything other than me simply sharing my thoughts and experiences. Honestly, there were only a few people (friends mostly) that took the time to read it. Everything needs a starting point. Fast...

You read all the time about men and their mid-life crisis. They either buy a sports car or run off with a younger woman in an effort to feel again. Before I get berated by a bunch of men, I realize that might be stereotypical of what the typical population of men do....

Here I sit writing my blog while my head is trying to persuade me to start getting ready for our upcoming vacation. Bryce's spring break is next week, so we are taking Bailey out of work and heading for the beach. Normally, I have a list that I follow religiously. I...

Life is in a constant orbit of change. Every. Single. Moment. I am realizing that the aging process has bitch slapped me into oblivion. Her entrance isn't subtle and while I have made an effort to embrace it, there is a ton of foreshadowing for the future. While we...

Honestly, I have no idea what is going on in other people's lives. So, I tread lightly especially when dealing with those in the service industry. Plus, having the experience of working in retail and various restaurants, there is a level of empathy when I am the...

When the phone rings on any given morning, and the caller ID reveals my mother's number, I know something is wrong. First, she is not a morning person. Her tendency is to sleep until noon, but obviously, something was interrupting her routine. "There is a strange...

Social media is the foundation for promoting my writing. I have shared that on Instagram, I seem to attract some creepy men who send me messages like "Hello pretty" or "You are so beautiful". Gee, thanks, but that's a "no" from me. But, nothing moved my inner "ewww"...

Let me be honest......I might want to be overly helpful. And by helpful, that means I would LOVE to tell you how to life your live because MY way certainly is so much better than yours. I am a delusional freak. Being helpful is a disguise. It is a trap for me. You...

When I commit to something, it resembles a well-oiled machine. A venture that requires my total attention. And since I am the poster child for quitting, this new way of living is a huge win for me. Thirteen weeks ago today, I gave the finger to my unresponsive...