Do Your Best
If I could schedule a coffee (or chai tea in my case) with my younger self, I’d have a lot to tell her. Like how those over-sized sweatshirts never did any favors for her figure or the belief that being tan is better than being
If I could schedule a coffee (or chai tea in my case) with my younger self, I’d have a lot to tell her. Like how those over-sized sweatshirts never did any favors for her figure or the belief that being tan is better than being
Let’s face it. No one is a fan of Mondays, and anyone who says they are should not be trusted! No matter how much you love your day job or how excited you are for whatever may be looming during the week, no one in
I got lost today, which is somewhat comical since the area of town that I was lost in is one that I frequent regularly. I’m typically pretty on point when it comes to directions, but for some reason, today I couldn’t get my bearings around
There’s a saying here in the South, and like many, it definitely has hidden meaning. For those who aren’t from here, some of our expressions may leave you puzzled. Like if we get really mad, we may just inform you that we’ll knock you into
I try to live a prayer-filled life, but if I am to be truly honest, many days I downright forget. It’s not that good intentions aren’t there. Oh they are… I’ve tried group studies and even was given a gift to help me read the
To some this may come as a surprise, but to those who know me best, they know this as truth. I may be an outgoing and up-for-anything kind of person for most of the day, but when it’s time to recharge, I can become a
The days are sometimes hard. Like really hard. The chaotic mix of stress stemming from work, home responsibilities, and schlepping three young kiddos is enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity. I’ve been there many times. To that brink. I know what it
Are we a country divided? Some would say there’s no doubt. This week just check your social media news feed and it will seemingly prove it. But my trip to the polls may have proved this hypothesis wrong, something I would have bet money against.
A broken arm and a family vacation aren’t friendly acquaintances. There’s no questioning if they jive together like peanut butter and jelly or icing on cupcakes. Instead of the cherry on top of a milkshake, a broken arm is like the condensation on the cup
I hadn’t felt like myself for months. A nasty stomach bug threw me to the curb. It had chewed my up and spit me out, except that the chewing just seemed endless. I kept thinking I would wake up one morning and have bounced back,
Vacations! One word that sums up so many experiences, memories, and feelings. We dream of them. Some plan to visit those picturesque island escapes or ancient long-lost cities. Others are completely content with a quick weekend getaway to get some much needed rest and relaxation.
Our bags were packed. Our vehicle was too. And two out of my three kids were jumping around inside our no-longer spacious van counting down the hours until they would be in the same city as “THE” Mickey Mouse. Not only had the day arrived