New traditions are good, too

The holidays are all about tradition in my family. We visit one grandmother at one very specific time and the other side of the family at another. We eat the same dinner, play the same games, exchange the same gifts, tell the same stories. There’s something comforting about going into an evening knowing exactly what to expect, I suppose. But what happens when time or distance or circumstances threatens these traditional activities? More

Own it

When I resurrected this blog a few weeks ago, J was less than thrilled. “Why?” he asked. “Who reads it? Who will you be talking to?” You see, as insane as it may sound, we deleted our Facebook accounts a while back. We’ve seen far too many friends and acquaintances lose what appeared to be solid relationships in no small part because of social networking sites and “secret” email accounts. So we decided, for us, the best move was to kill the Facebook accounts. Naturally, when I told him about the blog, he wondered what was up. More

Yesterday Was Monday, Right?

I’m feeling overwhelmed the last few days… too many people tugging at me. Yesterday was an exercise in self-control from start to finish and I’m not convinced I made it through without failing a couple of times. I tossed it up to the fact that I was tired (my weekend was jam-packed and went by entirely too fast) and it was Monday. I have at least four people trying to tell me what to do on any given work day and, at this point, it’s just too much. None of them have any respect for my time or my schedule and most of them are completely incompetent and lack the mental capacity to direct themselves in their daily activities… much less direct me. More

Just a Technicality

My significant other, whom I regularly refer to as my husband is, in fact, not technically my husband. We’ve never stood in front of a preacher or a judge and spoken vows; we don’t have an official-looking document from the county making our union legal and we don’t have an album full of staged “candid” photos. But seriously… that’s just a technicality. More

He Was Out There

Once upon a time, I believed in love. Don’t misinterpret that though… I was never one of those girls who put a pillowcase on her head as a stand-in for a bridal veil. My dolls were my students or my co-workers… never my children. Most everything my parents did in the way of parenting was to ensure I’d grow up smart — not pretty or popular. In spite of all that, somewhere, in the back of my mind, I grew up believing in the fairy tale… true love… what I saw in my parents and grandparents every day. More

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Life isn't about surviving the storm.
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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