How’s it going? It’s been 2 ½ weeks since I last blogged, and I’m wondering how all of you are faring in this madness. Are you being fearless? My introverted friends (from what I can tell on FB) seem to
“This is the time to be a warrior.” My friend’s voice came through the phone loud and clear as she pushed me to stop the tears, do the hard thing, and take a stand. It was really an unfair tactic.
There seem to be two groups of people right now: the ones who are totally freaking out over the coronavirus covid 19 and those who are shouting at the top of their lungs about how the flu is far worse.
Someone hijacked my GPS. I don’t have definitive proof of this, but how else would you explain the pushy GPS lady leading me in circles? Literally. Get on the Beltway. Get off the Beltway. Get on the Beltway. Get off
One chance. We get one chance to offer our first response. One chance to listen well. One first impression, one last day, one opportunity to love in how we react. I’ve heard that even though a person might not remember
I’ve been sick for the last few days. At first, I thought it was a cold, and then I jumped to the Coronavirus, and finally I landed on rabies (from my cat bite). However, I seem to have turned the
2019 found me broken, crying in front of strangers, losing my temper with the plumber, and being told not to hear the test results alone. Ironically, my word for 2019 was GIFT. To Be Better and Stronger I chose that
It’s hard to accept help when you’re too competitive, proud, concerned, or insecure to take it. My husband and I have this little arrangement. He does the dishes on Monday and Tuesday nights, and I do them on Wednesday and