Stop. Drop. And Roll With It
July is over. The Indiana State Fair is in full swing; school is open, tomatoes and corn are ripe....
Life is a Cycle
Within my age group, discussions of the parent becoming the parent-ed are common, but this story...
What is a Good Samaritan, Anyway?
It was Sunday, July 17th, 2022, around 4:30. We were headed north on US 31 crossing Fry Road,...
Because Just in Case
I was chatting with the young woman at the check-out desk at my dentist’s office. Each of the...
I Have a Funny Story to Tell You
It was a Wednesday evening. BF and I were walking home from having dinner at La Trattoria. We...
Will You Meet Me in the Field?
In response to last weeks’ blog, a friend, I'll call her “Friend” sent me an email recounting a...
What Was Your Name Again?
I’m writing about this because I want to figure it out. Do better. Make this less of a problem....
We Look Like Our Mothers
I live six miles from the house I grew up in. I’ve never been a permanent resident of a state...
On A Scale of One to Ten
I was waiting in the exam room at my doctor's office. I had studied the large photograph of purple...
Times Like These Call for Breaking Something
I should have known it was coming; all the signs were there. Easily irritated. Highly distracted....
Jesus Would Puke
I’m writing this on Wednesday morning. May 25, 2022. By the time most of you read this, we’ll be...
Contrast
I’m on a quest to live my best life. Find out who I am and be her. To live each day as if it were...