I say "I" because in all reality, my dad did most of the building and I like to think we know each other well enough here that you would already realize that even before clicking on the link to this post. When Mike and I were driving home from dropping Anna off at college, I… Continue reading My Dad & “I” Built a Picket Fence
Seems like a lifetime ago and really, it was. My oldest daughter turns 18 tomorrow. Eighteen years ago this week, I was getting ready to have my first child. I was watching a movie a couple of weeks ago (OKAY IT WAS PRETTY IN PINK) and in it, Duckie was rewinding a tape deck in… Continue reading Eighteen Years Ago
"Quite often, our Angels and loved ones in Spirit choose hummingbirds to relay their messages. They may guide hummingbirds to hum to validate their spiritual presence and to send us signs and reminders to follow our joy, stand in the light, and stay present in the moment. Your loved ones in Heaven may… Continue reading Hummingbird
Whenever I am approached to write something about someone special in my life, I don't usually turn it down. So when my friend Brett emailed me to see if I would be interested in writing about my dear friend Rebecca last winter, I didn't even give it a second thought. Really, I shouldn't need… Continue reading Why I Am So Damn Thankful #SharisBerries
Recently, my mom had told me about this amazing sweet corn that she found 20 minutes away at a farm we usually go to for strawberry picking and pumpkin chucking. She loved it so much that she had suggested we make frozen corn from this amazing sweet corn so we could enjoy it year round. I… Continue reading Freezer Corn is Good For the Soul
So I totally blew the writing challenges this month. Oh come on, you knew I would and I knew it too. It was too much pressure. April is a busy month here anyway with soccer starting for both girls and now I am freelancing in addition to doing side work AND trying to work on… Continue reading Writing Challenge #8- The Night of My 21st Birthday
For the past six years that I have written here, my parents have always lived a long car ride away. A lonnnng usually vomit filled car ride away. My experience with road vomit at this point in my life should be something I could put on a resume. I should be at the trauma level… Continue reading Welcome Home, Mamie and Papa
