I'd like to say it's rare to be awoken from a sound sleep at 6 a.m. by my chickens. I'd like to say, I don't mind hearing their cute nonsensical sounds. I might even be persuaded to say these chickens have been an enjoyable aspect of my life. Might. Truth is, these chickens wake up… Continue reading Oh, for the love of Chickens!
When you were eight years old, you couldn't wait to be 10. Double digits. Tall enough to ride the roller coaster, and soon enough, taller than me. You hit your teen years already counting the days until you started drivers ed, taking your driving test, and getting your license. You couldn't wait to become a… Continue reading Before You Graduate…
It's not enough to have 5 chickens, a 3-year old puppy, and 3 kids...let's add turtle to the mix. Yes, a turtle. Last week was busy enough...what, with my mom having a total knee replacement and running back & forth to the hospital to check on her - a story for another day. Or the… Continue reading Goodbye, Sheldon
The game had barely started, but it wasn't looking good. They were down a man, and playing one of the best teams in the division. Before the 1st inning ended, they were already down 5-2. Add a few more innings, and now the score was 11-2, and they were on the side of losing. They… Continue reading Guts & Grit
I've never been good with money. Wait, let me clarify - I mean, I'm good at earning it, spending it, but not necessarily keeping it. Maybe it's because as a little girl I remember watching the musical, "Hello Dolly" and Dolly Levi saying, "Money, pardon the expression, is like manure. It's not worth a thing unless… Continue reading Oops, I did it again!
For the past week or so, I've had teens coming into the boutique to try on prom gowns. And when they step up to the mirror, I am excited. I am giddy with anticipation for them to see themselves. I am overcome with emotion...and then, I am disheartened. I see their judgement. I see their… Continue reading You Are Enough…
Last week, I wrote about my son. He didn't make the high school baseball team. He was devastated. We were heartbroken for him. It was a hard day. Later that evening, I received a private message from a young woman who'd come into my boutique once or twice. She'd read my blog and asked if… Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers
So I've been hearing a lot, and I mean...a LOT, about this woman, Marie Kondo lately. My customers have talked about her, I see posts referring to her, on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, and I have to admit, I have zero idea what anyone is talking about. Well, not zero, I do have an idea...something… Continue reading Marie Kondo – I just can’t…
He didn't make the team. Three days of tryouts, drills, and tired bones. Three days of holding my breath every time he took the field. Optimism has turned to defeat. And I can't fix it. When he was little, and broke his Thomas the Tank Engine train track, I fixed it. When he scraped his… Continue reading When You Can’t Fix Things
High school baseball tryouts were yesterday. I know this, because for the past few weeks my oldest has been asking if I've signed him up for it. Even after I printed off the registration, handed it to him, and found all of his gear, placing it on his bed. Make no mistake - I signed… Continue reading Leave the Heels, Take the Bat.