I imagine myself as a non-aggressive sleeper. This means I don't invoke physical violence nor do I hog blankets. I also puff when I exhale. It's subtle. Delicate like the willowy flower that I am . My spouse obliterated that image when he shared that I snored, I...

I am a planner. I like to know what I am doing. The unknowns make me prickly and a tad bitchy. Welcome to my current state of mind. My youngest son is a student athletic trainer for the football team at the college he attends. Their season has been unbelievable and...

If you are a frequent flyer of my blog entries, you know that I was practicing six feet of social distancing before it was trendy. In true transparency, I enjoy miles of distancing for most of the human race. But, this weekend I ventured out of my bubble with a few of...

Did you miss me? I feel like my creative juices have taken an extended vacation along with my sense of humor. But, my annoyance and irritation have settled in nicely, so I have that going for me. I am annoyed at other drivers. Their lack of common decency when it...

Yesterday was my baby's twenty-second birthday. I am way too young to have children in their twenties, but yet here we are. Every time Bryce's birthday occurs, I laugh at the sequence of events that led to his arrival. I had gone to my last doctor's appointment as I...

Don't you adore when your time is wasted? Whether it's sitting at the doctor's office or waiting for someone who is late, the feeling is frustrating. Well, welcome to my world last week. I did my Census like the good little rule follower that I am. Imagine my surprise...

It's been over a week since I have written anything. It's literally a case of "I've got nothing". I think it should be a real medical condition. Anyway, my brain has been blank and I am in a state of being uninspired. Some call it writer's block. I prefer to think of...

I am sure all of us can remember exactly where we were when the landscape of our country changed on 9/11. The intensity of emotions. The paralyzing fear that our country would never survive. I remember the days and months following that horrendous act of terrorism....

I neglected to share my moving day experience because, well, it is a tad embarrassing. For a over a month, I had movers scheduled to swap items from my mother's home to mine. Don't you love when they give you a window of arrival that keeps you hostage for the day?...

I pushed through last week. It was a lot of activity between opening an estate account and moving items out of my mother's house. Not going to lie, it was harder than I thought it would be. Walls are bare and prices placed on those pieces that we were not interested...