My sweet readers, Happy New Year to you all!
I'm astonished that 2018 is here, in many ways. 2018 marks the year that I've officilly spent more time living in the 21st century than the 20th (for those keeping count, that means I'm about to be 35). 2018 marks the 12th year that the ...
On Getting Better
I’m fortunate to have a career I love. Lately, in evaluating my life goals- personal, relational, and business- I’ve found a fire ignited that has pushed me to give more each day in so many ways, and realize that my happiness in my professional life and my satisfaction in other areas is ...
Summer Reading
In 2015, I was introduced to Goodreads. Some refer to the app and website as Netflix for books, and it really is- suggestions based on what you've read and how you've rated past reads, a peek into what lies on your friends' bookshelves... I really love their Reading Challenge. Each ...
Job Hazards
I always try to keep any job harrumph-ings away from social media. Complaints only make the complainer into one of those annoying folks who start every week with a funny cartoon depicting how much they hate Mondays, and a constant celebration of victories almost seem to push one into salesman ...
And, Just Like That….
I'm not a farmer anymore. Just like that, my home, my farm, my old Ford tractor is gone.
Daddy's estate sale was Saturday. An enormous crowd showed up, and, almost locust-like, decended on old China patterns, 100-year old quilts, rusty tillers, the farm truck, and the land. ...
Parting Ways, Part 2
I always worried about the steps I would need to take to settle things when the day came at to either of my parents passed away. I thought of the cows, how to care for them, and the dogs... Who would feed the cats? Mow the yard? I assumed I would pump the brakes on my own career for a while, ...
Parting Ways, Part 1
I still haven't cried. I still haven't cried over Daddy dying and I feel like a complete ass. Illogical as it seems, I have to wonder if I loved him at all, if I miss him at all, if his being gone really matters. That's silly, of course. I loved him with my whole heart, and almost every day I think ...
March Goals, a Week Late, and a Big Middle Finger to February
March is supposed to come in like a lion. Roaring, angry, aggressive. It has. As I sit here typing away, a storm is raging outside, I'm fighting the urge to eat the box of Girl Scout Cookies in my kitchen, and I'm trying my best to keep my eyes open, and my attitude positive.
February kicked ...
New Year, New Bag o’ Chips
It's partly neuroticism, partly almost-under-control OCD that causes me to be a list-keeper. I'm sure, you've noticed it here, sweet readers (welcome, and Happy 2016, by the way!), with monthly goals spelled out, with to-do lists a mile long that fall out of my notebooks and purses. I ...
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