As a collector of knowledge there are few things in life that break me more than the questions I ask that no one can answer. I drove my Sunday school leaders crazy when I was a child. So many, “why’s?” So many, “But then what’s?” So many thoughts that my young imagination churned that no … More More Than a Sunset
About two weeks ago I deleted my secret “I do” page on Pinterest, all of it. I deleted a wide selection of cakes, entrées, decorations, dresses, rings, cocktails, song lists, and everything else I once thought would be essential for my big day. Every single pin was gone in the click of one button. Why? … More I DO not
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
I gained the official title of “Aunt Alycia” when Brooklynn Rae Danielle Howard was born on December 10, 2004, just nine days before my tenth birthday. Let me tell you, I wore the title proud. The age difference between my niece and I allowed me to be the “cool aunt.” You know that aunt, the … More The Importance of a Mini-me
Bereave (verb) be deprived of a loved one through a profound absence, especially due to the loved one’s death. He was happy. She stood in the middle of the campus courtyard and ran her fingers over the plaque, over the nine names of the “gone but never forgotten.” The world got blurry, and she … More Bereave
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
Go back to high school for a second. Think of that kid, the one who tried so desperately to be cool. We’ll just call him John for this example. So think of John. He probably annoyed you a little; lame people always kind of annoy us for some reason. Now think of him getting tired … More RIP Miss Brill
I was an oopsie baby. My parents had thrown in the towel on a third kid years before the stork decided to drop me off at their house so I could take over their retirement fund. They were just getting to where they could see the light of an empty nest. They were counting the … More Unexpected Blessings
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