Musings on Babies, Bulldogs, and Beer
Twice last week, Ella asked if I would bring a stuffy (stuffed animal for those who don’t have kids under 6) when I picked her up from school. Both times I said I would, and both times I forgot. I seem to strive daily… Continue Reading “If Memory Serves . . . or Not”
My last post got me thinking about New Year’s resolutions. There is something about turning the page on the calendar (for those who still have paper calendars) that makes me feel like I’m turning the page to a new chapter in my life. Every chapter… Continue Reading “You Say You Want a Resolution”
“Being there” might be the most generic phrase in the English language. I think it also might be the most important. When I was 12 years old, my family had season passes to White Water, the greatest water park in the history of mankind. … Continue Reading “Being There”
I belong to several writer’s groups on social media, and this morning an author on Twitter asked other writers to simply write about what is outside their window. I thought I would play along, so I opened the blinds and peered out the window into… Continue Reading “Outside My Window”