If you know me well or perhaps, indulge in my blog rants, you know that my favorite word begins with F. The word, in my opinion, is so versatile. It just fits into any scenario, but this particular blog isn't about that. I'm old school. I have an actual calendar that...

I know I have been lapsed in my blog posts. Honestly, the urge to write has dwindled. I think maybe I needed a break from the constant pressure that I put on myself to produce entertaining content. Is writer burnout a thing? Well, I just coined it, if it isn't. My...

There has always been a division in our home over the best stage of bananas. It's important because I am living in a household of weirdos. While the entities filled with testosterone enjoy a softer more brown banana, I thrive on the greenish, yellow combination. The...

Sometimes life has a sneaky way of distracting you. One minute you are on track and the next you're trying to figure out what just happened. That is me in a nutshell. The last few months have served me with a lot a different variables. We acquired a new dog. A dog...

I woke up this morning with this overwhelming feeling of being at peace. You might wonder why today of all days I might be feeling that. This isn't a surprise or revelation. Most days, I reside in a place of serenity, but today is different. A year ago today, my...

I finally have a little space to exhale. Myla, our German Shepherd foster, has started training and her stint as a Tasmanian devil is slowly evaporating. Meanwhile, I am no longer sleep deprived and have the ability to string together some coherent thoughts. Lucky...

Have you missed me? Since getting the puppy, I find myself napping when she naps. This middle-age woman is too old for this shit. Anyway, between promoting my new book, My Turn, (links to purchase on my website www.authorallisonjones.com) and crate/potty training an...

On Friday, we brought home Myla. Myla is an eight week old German Shepherd. Before you ask, yes, I am crazy. We agreed to be a a foster family for her while she trains to be a service companion. Before you ask, no we will not be a foster fail. There is a woman...

It is no secret that I am not a fan of the human race. That feeling is amplified when I am shoved into a crowd, like an airport. or more importantly, an airplane. Airplanes are the human equivalent of herding cows. And while the pandemic has brought a lot of heartache...

Did you all miss me? I have been a bit MIA and I would love to have an elaborate excuse as to why, but all I can say is life happened. Actually, middle-age happened. Anybody got a white flag? Here is the rundown.. allergy treatments where my ENT would like to do...