Lately, I have been feeling like shit. You all know it and my closest family and friends know it too. I am going through a mix of something in between perimenopause and seasonal hatred that needs to be diagnosed quickly before I buy a yacht or 70s psychedelic food truck or some tragic outfit like… Continue reading Stay Beautiful
Contrary to popular belief, I was 14 years old as well. Popular opinion = my 14-year-old daughter. I used to have a lot of attitude and angst. So I understand. And yet, I don't always understand. It's becoming increasingly difficult to connect with the emotions, pain, and pressure that I'm sure I felt from 1982… Continue reading I Was 14 Once Too
I have vague memories of the 1970s. I say vague because I only remember bits and pieces of that decade because I was only ages 0-9 at the time. But, thanks to photographs, I recall my father wearing a lot of plaid pants and my mother wearing owl necklaces, bandanas in her long hair, and… Continue reading Mom’s Shrimp Dip Reminds Me of the 70’s
Last week, the world lost an amazing person. My high school English teacher, Mrs. Pierce, died on March 19. I can still hear her raspy voice teaching me how long a paragraph should be. I can see her floating around the room in her signature floral dress, checking everyone’s papers. In 11th grade, I… Continue reading Mrs. Pierce
This past weekend, I attended a fantastic reunion in my home state of Ohio. Let me provide some context: I spent all four years of high school in the marching band. Four years ago, I thought it would be a good idea to start a Facebook band alumni page for my small town's award-winning band.… Continue reading How OHIO Turned Into OH Hell No
- Since high school, I've used the same hair pick to comb out my wet hair after getting out of the shower. - I love Monty Python and The Holy Grail -The smell of beer on my husband's breath gets me in the mood. - I can smell cats as soon as I walk into… Continue reading Beer Breath, Cat Smell and Big Hair
A Grace Full Life 