He may be the only Patriots and Red Sox fan to live south of the Mason-Dixon line, and he belongs to a small subset of pastors whose clothing of choice includes a Dr. Pepper baseball cap and jean shorts. He blogs fearlessly (at More Conversations That Matter) …
You know that obnoxious person on your Fantasy Football team who has absolutely no business being there? They own an official jersey for their favorite team, but you’re pretty confident they wouldn’t be able to pick out their team’s starting QB in a lineup of …
Dear Husband, I don’t know how to start this letter. I thought about using some sappy music line about you lift me up to soar or fly or generally be airborne. Like one of the lines from this song: Except I know that’s not exactly …
I would so enjoy the moment right now if it weren’t for that next glittery thing just beyond my reach. The now is filled with the mundane, the commonplace, the grit of reality. Laundry. Doctor’s appointments. Weight to lose. A soul dream not fully realized. The “next” holds promise of magic, …
Well, I am technically a week late, but have no fear, September’s Friend Post Friday is here! I’m eager to introduce you to Annie Bartosiak, someone I’ve just met within the past year but have already learned so much from. She grew up in Killingworth, CT …
I’m proud of my Home Country. But it’s not the one you’re thinking of. My Home isn’t subject to geographical boundary lines. It doesn’t belong to one race or culture, but encompasses all. It doesn’t diminish or even elevate some individuals over others- it is …
Nothing fixes a Monday better than some Disney Moana themed coconut bra humor. In pursuit of the perfect mix of coconut goodies for someone’s birthday present, my friend and I thought that a Kakamora coconut bra was just what we needed. We were shocked that …
Husband of mine, when you get home you may have a few minor questions for me. You know, mostly revolving around when and why the sanity left our home. While I’m not able to fully answer that without a lawyer present, I can at least …
My counselor asked me once why I always feel behind. Oh gracious, I could write a book about that. But it all starts with intending to wake up before my children, and snoozing in just a few extra peaceful minutes only to find one of them waking me …
“Fat people gotta eat!” she said as she poked around an end of aisle snack food display at the grocery store. She’d been talking half to herself, half to my three year old son who has the innocence and charm to engage many a stranger. …