Bless Your Heart, Rae Sutton
Since I was 8-years-old, I’ve loved to tell stories. (I also told a lot of lies when I was a kid. Wrong, yes. Creative lies, though, yes.) My dream has ...
You (and the North Pole) are in Jeopardy.
My boy still believes a stuffed toy jet sets all over the house at night. I think it’s time to tell him the truth (he’s 10), but my husband says ...
Announcements, WordPress, Writing
Change Is Goooood!
Hey, y’all! Well, it’s been a minute since I blogged. Why is that? Well, besides being too busy writing a book and hauling kids to practices in an SUV that ...
This is Totally Nurtz
Nurtz. I’ve been using that word a lot lately. My phone’s autocorrect has accepted it as if it were one of my son’s sight words- but, her, for, to, she, ...
Faith, Family, Uncategorized, Writing
Month 7: The First Recital
I used to title the posts pertaining to my mother’s death by the number of days she’d been gone. Day 11, Day 42, Day 87. I kept up with those days the same ...
Day Seventy Seven: Anger
I don’t know the five stages of grief by heart, although I should after all of the “grief” reading I’ve done over the last seventy-seven days, but I do know ...
Day Fortysomething: Signs, Signs, Everywhere Are Signs
Yesterday was damn near debilitating. I was so overcome with sadness that I didn’t even want to get out of the bed. I left church early because I was nauseated and ...
Day Forty Two
I think the biggest struggle with my mother’s death, aside from the fact that she physically isn’t here to talk to me or give me advice or wrap me in an ...
Ramblings of Thanks and Whatnot
So, here’s the thing. It’s almost 1:30 in the A.M. Which means that everyone in my home is asleep, including the “Panting Urinator” aka the dog. They are all snoring, every one ...
A Rant on Writing
For this post, I’m going to go back to my old style of writing. And by “old style of writing”, I mean “ranting”. If you haven’t had the opportunity to ...