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
Earlier this year, I wrote about my dad retiring from the career that had taken them so far from us. A couple of months later, they started getting the itch. Not the “why are we here in life” itch, but the serious, practical itch: why are we in Tennessee when all of our children… Continue reading Welcome Home, Mamie and Papa
While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
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
I know you’re looking off to the side because the guy at Photorama told you to. Look over there, wistfully. You probably didn’t even know what wistful meant back then. I’m writing to you because I’ve been helping plan our 30-year reunion with a group of friends. We’ve been going through old yearbooks, tracking people… Continue reading Dear 17-Year-Old-Self
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
A Grace Full Life 