My past includes various answers to the question, “So…what do you do?” Some answers were short and precise: “I’m a high school English teacher.” Some needed more words: “I’m a communications director.” What? “Well, I blah, blah, blah…explain, explain…yawn…are you still listening?” Continue reading “Does Anyone Know Your Little Things?”
I find myself saying the above phrase a lot. Sometimes it is in response to a friend asking me how a life change of mine is going. Sometimes it is the answer I hear myself giving to someone wondering what might be in store for them as they make choices in their own lives. Continue reading “A Different Kind of Hard”
If you write a blog long enough, and the people in your world read it enough, you eventually get to the point where now and then you hear “this should be a blog.” It’s usually uttered when silliness or chaos or pure crazy ensues because you can practically feel the story that is ready to be told.
I heard this multiple times Saturday…and here’s why. Continue reading ““This Should Be a Blog””
Odd, anxious kid that I was, when the dog that I grew up with got older, I used to “practice” saying goodbye to her. I would think to myself, “What if this was the last time you’re ever going to get to pet her?” And…in those moments, I could never stop petting her until I let go of that morose notion. Continue reading “The “Lasts” Go By in the Blink of an Eye”
“Don’t hold your breath” is a common phrase for showing a lack of hope in something happening. “I think she’s going to be on time for once.” Don’t hold your breath. “Starting today, things are going to change.” Don’t hold your breath. “I hope my rates don’t go up.” Don’t hold your breath.
Continue reading “Holding Your Breath Is Only Smart Under Water”
(Please be patient while I fangirl for a bit…I do eventually get to a point.)
I love Sara Bareilles. I love her music, her voice, her songwriting, her spirit, her realness, her humor, her potty mouth. There’s just so much to love. You can ask my husband…I’ve got all of her CDs, and most of them are loaded in my old van’s CD player—a place he understands is their rightful home. Continue reading “Gravity Revealed”
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