Copper: Can I write the blog post for you today? Me: Um...sure...but why do you want to do that? Copper: Cuz' you're looking a bit lost, kind of like you have no idea what to write about? Me: Yeah, I kind of am. You see the prompt is snail mail, and I already wrote about… Continue reading A rabbit tale brought to you by a dog
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Favorite Zinnia Facts
This year is the first year I ever planted Zinnias. They have brought inspiration to me as I've watched them grow. They didn't have the best start, my seed pods were a failure, but once they got established in the ground, they've taken off and now are in full bloom. My favorite inspirational facts about… Continue reading Favorite Zinnia Facts
Who is the boss?
Who, who, who, is the boss of our yard? It is this adorable, energetic, little hummingbird. Perched on a nail. From sunset. To sunrise - there he sits, guarding his feeder against other birds in the yard. The yard monitor. He keeps a watchful eye on potential invaders to his turf. Don't mess with him,… Continue reading Who is the boss?
How to write your about page – let your soul do the talking
Go ahead, Google how to write your About Page. I dare you. You should research how to because your About Page is very important. Make sure it is concise, make sure it grabs your readers' attention...on and on and on... With all the history under my belt, I thought to myself, "Jeez...writing an about page… Continue reading How to write your about page – let your soul do the talking
Clocking it up to pain – dementia, and rib pain
Holy smokes, where did the time go? Is it Wednesday already? Just hearing myself wonder where the time goes reminds me of how each day blurs together when I'm in healing mode. I'm feeling lazy because I can't do everything I want to do. Kind of like how my mom acted years back, she wasn't… Continue reading Clocking it up to pain – dementia, and rib pain
A view of the path to adulting
Today marks the day I became a mom for the first time. 26 years ago to be exact. And 3 years later, once again with the birth of our second child. WTH? Where did that time go? The memories of our oldest's early years are like ghosts caught on a camera, leaving behind little bubbles… Continue reading A view of the path to adulting