I woke up especially tired on Thursday. Really wanted to reset my alarm, but I pressed through and headed downstairs with the Queen (aka Gigi) tucked under my arm. Yes, she’s spoiled. And after her playful shenanigans and potty break, I was wide awake. Too...
August 25, 2001—that’s the day I married my man—my best friend, and he married me. Twenty-three years ago tomorrow, on a beautiful, steamy hot afternoon in Orlando, Florida—complete with a little liquid sunshine—John and I made a covenant before God, in front of our loving...
A couple of weeks ago, I told y’all that I was a “wordy” (or is it wordie?)—one who loves and uses lots of words. Alas, every writer comes to a point when they are at a loss for words. Call it writer’s block or whatever....
Some of our dear friends had to put their dog down this week. She was old, and more than ready to go. They had loved her dearly for 15+ years, and she had loved them. If you’re not a dog or cat owner, or pet-of-any-kind...
Sometimes it takes a baby to open our eyes to the awe and wonder of everyday life. You know how little ones get so captivated by the littlest things—things they see and experience for the first time, things that surprise them, wow them, excite them—things...
I’m a wordy. Kinda like a foody… I love words. I love to write words. I love to read words. I love to study words. I love to speak words (maybe too many). But lately, I feel bombarded by words I’ve read and listened to;...
It’s been a big political news week. Former President Donald Trump survived an assassination attempt on his life last Saturday, which left two persons dead (including the shooter), and two others critically injured. President Joe Biden has been struggling with his health recently. This week...
My husband, John, is about to have his second cataract surgery. The first one was a few weeks ago and he quickly noticed how clearly he could see (cue the music). For two years he’d been complaining that we needed a new TV because the...
Happy Independence Day! One Fourth of July when I was a little kid, my mom and dad (I’ll just throw them both under the bus) thought it would be cool to light sparklers and throw them back and forth across the yard like shooting stars. The...
I think I have inspiration overload. I think a lot of us do. And I think too much inspiration can hinder my ability—our ability— to be truly inspired. What do I mean? I mean when we’ve taken in too much inspiration it can actually become an obstacle...