watering with words
I’m writing this in the last hour of our 6.5 hour flight home. The flight is usually around 5 hours, but some inclement weather in the Midwest meant we had to take a detour. I’m tired. I’m hungry. And I’m ready to sleep in my own bed, honey. Okay, so day 3 was supposed to... Continue Reading →
I don’t have an Apple Watch or fitness tracker, but I’d bet we got some serious mileage in on day two. By midday, my dogs were barrrrrkin. We’ll get to that in a minute. While planning this trip a while back, Ralph casually mentioned wanting to do a helicopter ride, and I pretended not to... Continue Reading →
Hello to all of my blog readers! Another beautiful week is upon us. I had a pretty relaxing weekend, so I’m ready to hit the ground running and I hope you are too. If you haven’t had a chance to check out my podcast, what the heck are you waiting for? It has been such... Continue Reading →
I enjoy blogging and podcasting so much, that I can’t even tell you. It lights me up inside to press the publish button and know that I’m creating these small records of my existence. I love connecting with people in this way and hope that my words will give somebody comfort or make them feel... Continue Reading →
When I was in my early twenties, I went through my mom’s record collection and discovered the album “Hey” by Julio Iglesias. It was the soundtrack of a time in my life when I was considering whether or not I wanted to stay in a relationship or not. I would listen to it on my... Continue Reading →
I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →
Happy Tuesday after a long weekend! These Tuesdays are hard because they feel like Mondays, but we’re going to be okay. Friday will be here before we know it. First of all - a special thank you to all of the people who reached out with messages of love and support after I poured myself... Continue Reading →
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
Writer’s block showed up this week like an unexpected visitor that seriously overstayed their welcome. It got me thinking about a time when some “cousins” came to stay with my family back in the 90s. ::insert hard eye roll:: They stayed for what felt like forever. It was the experience that taught me that I... Continue Reading →
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