Let’s get something straight. I run. I don’t know if I would call myself a “runner” per se, but I run. I am a runner. I love the feeling I get after I run, but I do NOT always love to run, like the physical act of running. Sometimes my shins hurt and my toes… Continue reading This Does NOT Mean I’m Running a Marathon
It’s just what every one of his milestones is to me. It’s special. It’s special because when that child was born and even until he was about 2, I wasn’t sure I would get to witness it. It’s special because HE is special.
I am aware that some most of my posts (either on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter because you know he ain’t reading my blog) make my husband either cringe, roll his eyes, or roll his eyes while cringing. But you know what? It’s ok. I see meaning in things that probably shouldn’t carry meaning. And the… Continue reading Peace
I am not a man nor do I profess to know what it feels like to be a man. That’s a given. I am not a man so I don’t know the struggles that men face. That is also a given. But I knew a great man (I’ve known a few) and I have some… Continue reading The Measure of a Man
I’ve written about change before and how I am apparently NOT such a champion regarding it. Those of you with either children my boys’ ages or children older than my boys are either going to end up rolling your eyes at the end of this post or hugging me virtually because, let’s face it…I’m not… Continue reading Don’t Go Changin’…
It’s been a long time, friends. Too long for my liking, but I can’t dwell on it. I have a very important story to tell today. Grab something to drink and maybe a tissue. You’ll thank me. I have very few soft spots. I mean, sure, puppies are cute and rainbows are pretty. But not… Continue reading Bud and Jean: A Love Like That