I was standing in front of my house talking to my neighbor when the product of my new healthy eating habit began bubbling to the surface. I had to pass gas. We were outside so, in reality, I could do it as long as it wasn’t too loud or smelly. The social issue I encountered […]Read More Oh Farts
I’ve never been a beach person. According to my parents when I was a baby I would stay in the confines of the beach blanket so I didn’t touch the sand. They joked that they could have left me to get lunch and I wouldn’t have voluntarily touched the sand to leave. As I got […]Read More I Don’t Hate the Beach
We are all doing this. (Or we should be unless we are essential workers and we thank you for everything!) We are sitting in our homes contemplating our sock drawers, cleaning or not cleaning, panicking or not panicking or somewhere in between. Just like all those optimists out there say, look for the good. Sometimes […]Read More Birthday Parade
I was scrolling through Facebook and I saw a picture of someone I know and they were in a costume I helped complete. This one was a rhinestoning job I did in the fall. I cannot tell you how much joy I get from seeing something I helped make being worn. Every time I see […]Read More OMG I made that!!
It’s been a crazy few months. Nothing insane but there have been some transitions in my extended family that have been stressful and time consuming. I know it will work itself out but nonetheless, it’s been stressful. (More on that another time.) My friend, Amy, sent me a game through text. It’s an app, I […]Read More Game Pigeon
I run. If you know me or you have read my posts you probably know that already. What started with a personal challenge with the Broad Street Run seven years ago has turned into more. I have found my running family in Chicago with charity running group, the Team to End AIDS. T2 has given […]Read More Home Town Support
I am an open book. If you ask me a question than I give you an answer. Sometimes, okay a lot of times, I probably give you information that you didn’t even ask for! I remember when I was younger I was with my Mom and someone complimented me on my shirt. ”Thanks!” I said. […]Read More Pickles
My Grammy in 93 years young. Cliche, I know, but she really is! Grammy moved to California before I was a conscious human. I remember visiting her as a kid, I even got my first bee sting at her complex trying to pick up a bee at age one. (I mean what was I thinking?!) […]Read More Grammy Is Coming Home!
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“Is that sweatshirt your booooyfriend’s?” “Are you talking to your boooooyfriend?” Let me clarify now: I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND in that sense. I have plenty of friends that are boys but no marital extra curricular activities. Why does my child think I have a boyfriend? Because when Angel and I hang up the phone […]Read More My Boyfriend