Tag Archives: personal junk
Change Is Good But Not Always Fast
A quick peek at the dates on my posts shows I’ve been somewhat absent recently. The fact is I needed time to think about, wonder about and evaluate recent choices and paths. Those sessions revealed I wasn’t living fully my … Continue reading
Weekend in Review: Sunshine and Motivation
It’s no secret, when the sun is out, my motivation is limitless. But if it’s dreary and overcast, well, let’s just say it takes all my natural willpower to get stuff done. Does that make me a solar-powered mom? Possibly. … Continue reading
Happy Christmas! And Remember to Count Your Blessings
It really feels like Christmas around here: Everything is still covered in snow, the air smells of fireplaces ablaze at my neighbors’ houses down the road, and my daughter squeals unexpectedly every now and then – purely from being overwhelmed … Continue reading
Are You Friends with the Green-Eyed Monster?
Or, are you the Green-Eyed Monster’s nemesis? Recent events have forced me to contemplate a major source of conflict in relationships: jealousy. It’s crazy the extent to which some people will go to feel in control of the person they … Continue reading
Man Repellent of the Feline Persuasion
Whilst I cleaned the litter boxes and endured the scent of ammonia and feces – part of a daily ritual my cats gather to watch – I contemplated today’s post and decided it was time to pay homage to the … Continue reading
A Conversation With My Kid About Religion
Don’t ask me how this conversation came up. Some days my daughter and I hop from one topic to the next as quickly as Ohio’s weather changes. And for everyone not familiar with Ohio weather, our motto is, “If you … Continue reading
I Need Help, the Mental Kind
Okay, this is going to be one of the most personal situations I’ve ever shared on my blog. But I’m seriously unable to come to my own conclusion and I need feedback from both men and women. I’ve been reading … Continue reading
Misery Loves Company – I Won’t Be Yours
Misery loves company, I will not be yours. You built your prison and filled it with stories instead of memories. You wag that judgmental finger in my face. It’s sad, watching you, clinging to your blame. I am responsible for … Continue reading


