My daughter and I married my husband in a barn ten years ago this month. Our wedding was held in a historic 1800s barn that had been moved down the road to its current location on the day we married in 2006. In terms of barns, the barn isn't particularly appealing from the outside. It's… Continue reading The Bench
So I completely failed this month's writing challenges. There was far too much pressure. But I persevered with a couple of writing challenges because I felt compelled to document them. One of them is the night of my 21st birthday. My 21st birthday was going to be unforgettable. I wasn't going to parties or hanging… Continue reading Writing Challenge #8- The Night of My 21st Birthday
Reading my friend Teri’s blog post about how colleges should broadcast the entire halftime show during football games took me on a trip down memory lane—to my high school marching band days. During Christmas break in 1987, our small-town Ohio high school band had the incredible opportunity to travel to Orlando, Florida, to compete in… Continue reading Citrus Bowl My Ass. More Like Citrus Hole
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
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
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
A Grace Full Life 