For spring break this year, we got to get the hell out of dodge and go to Destin Florida. I honestly don't know how exactly we landed on Destin. I do know that our oldest daughter didn't want to go anywhere "lame" which leaves a lot for interpretation because me being the travel nerd that… Continue reading I “Found Myself” in Florida
Tag: Children
In Ten Years
So, a few things have happened since my husband and I married on May 27, 2006. We have witnessed a loved one beat cancer. But we lost a wonderful grandmother. Then we got two equally amazing new humans. We watched as family members relocated far away. But then we got two members back, and we're… Continue reading In Ten Years
My Baby Story: More Animal Planet Than TLC
When I was a young adult thinking about having babies, I could only focus on one thing: the pain.Or maybe the vomiting.Pain and vomiting.Vomiting and pain.That’s all I could wrap my little head around. I was neurotic enough about having sex for the first time because I knew there would be pain.And, honestly, I was… Continue reading My Baby Story: More Animal Planet Than TLC
Return to Snake Island-Cedar Point 2015
Last week, we got to go on a little family getaway to Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio. A few years ago, we met up with my brother and his family there, and this year, we decided to do it again — this time also meeting up with our dear friend Vikki and her family.… Continue reading Return to Snake Island-Cedar Point 2015
The Day I Ran Away From Home
My husband works long hours. With my perimenopause symptoms, headaches, and the kids' schedules, this year has been difficult. Especially in the last few weeks. Lots of tears, frustration, temper tantrums, and storms from the morning until the lights went out at night. I literally turned off my phone after my youngest got off the… Continue reading The Day I Ran Away From Home
Channeling Mr. Hughes
I know you think there's something wrong with me. You can nod your heads as you read this because a part of me wonders if there's something wrong with me as I try to recreate my adolescent years by sitting at a dead director's grave and writing for hours on end. But it was this… Continue reading Channeling Mr. Hughes