A few weeks ago, I wrote about attending my high school reunion and what I didn't plan to do beforehand. That post received a surprisingly positive response, as well as numerous requests for a follow-up post. Mostly because you wanted to know if I told anyone that I trained hamsters in my basement. Sorry to… Continue reading I Went to My High School Reunion and Lived to Tell
On July 21st, I will be attending my 30-year high school reunion at my rural Ohio high school. It will be full of fun things like seeing old teachers, visiting old schools, seeing old classmates. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old or conversely, even older. Let's just say it's gonna be… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
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
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
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 