Out in the World

I am not one to avoid alone time. I love alone time. Whether it’s being at home writing, reading, or binging TV, or out running errands, shopping, or being outside. I relish it. Part of being an only child for the first 15 years of my life. You figure out how to be cool with … More Out in the World

Leave It All

I went into 2021 with great hope and confidence – THIS was going to be THE YEAR.  And for the first six months, it really was all I’d hoped it would be.  By early July, things were rolling, all in the right direction.  I’d been on multiple vacations, I was vaccinated, I was feeling good in my skin, … More Leave It All

Birthday Week

It was the best of times,  it was the worst of times.   Okay, worst of times is an exaggeration.  It is most certainly NOT the worst of times by any means. It was the best of times, it was the not super awesome of times.   Better.  Also, it’s like I am Dickens, amiright??? It is my birthday week.  I KNOW!!!  If … More Birthday Week

Cutting Out the Noise

We had the strangest week. It started out feeling like we were in the groove, ready to go, happy-go-lucky. By Tuesday, sh-t had hit the fan in a spectacular manner, Wednesday was utterly exhausting, and Thursday brought stupid but intense misunderstandings. By the time Friday arrived (thank Christ), I was down with a stomach bug … More Cutting Out the Noise

Proof. Of. Life.

Last night my husband and I returned from a five day vacation in Las Vegas.  It was lovely.  We typically head to Vegas with a pretty good plan for where we’ll have dinner, what shows we’ll see, and so on.  This time, however, we went with only one objective: to relax. We realized a couple of weeks … More Proof. Of. Life.

It’s. A. Shame.

On Wednesday I talked about my family’s decision to sponsor a child in Armenia. What I did not mention, as a last minute deletion, is how we came to that decision. World Vision is a Christian humanitarian organization that I’ve long thought about supporting. My mom has sponsored a total of four children for the past … More It’s. A. Shame.