Monthly Archives: January, 2017
Monday Morning Pick-Me-Up
Let’s face it. Monday’s are rough. The end of the freedom that came with the weekend, the start of a long week, the return to work. To help ease you into your week, I wanted to share a little something that made me smile.
What To Write The Week After The Inauguration
I was poking through my tired brain for some ideas for the blog this week. As is often my habit, I scrolled through Twitter and Facebook looking for something that would catch my attention and inspire me. Sadly, everywhere I looked I found politics. For those of you who have found yourself off the grid …
Monday Morning Pick-Me-Up
Let’s face it. Monday’s are rough. The end of the freedom that came with the weekend, the start of a long week, the return to work. To help ease you into your week, I wanted to share a little something that made me smile.
Do It Anyway
I think a lot of us are coming off a rough year. 2016 seems to have been a beast for a lot of people I know. The last four to six months have been a complete stress sandwich for me as well. I swore that I would not make resolutions on New Year’s Eve for …
Monday Morning Pick-Me-Up
Let’s face it. Monday’s are rough. The end of the freedom that came with the weekend, the start of a long week, the return to work. To help ease you into your week, I wanted to share a little something that made me smile.
Stay Together and Hold Hands
Fear has a way of stopping us in our tracks. Sometimes, though, life decides it knows what is best for us and delivers a good swift kick in the butt, forcing us out of our comfort zones and into the unknown. This has happened in my household over the last six months. My husband and …
Monday Morning Pick-Me-Up
Let’s face it. Monday’s are rough. The end of the freedom that came with the weekend, the start of a long week, the return to work. To help ease you into your week, I wanted to share a little something that made me smile.
From the Mouths of Angels
We started the new year with a funeral. Not the best beginning. A friend’s father had passed away at 87, after a long illness. As we signed the guest book and took our place in line to pay our respects, I found myself strangely choked up. At first, I thought it must be because this funeral signaled us …
