When to graciously exit..

And suddenly, there we were..again..right back in the drive-thru lane of the Chick-Fil-A. “What are we doing??” I asked my husband who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other deep in a (forbidden) bag of hot, salty fries. “I missed my exit..” he mumbled as we both burst into laughter. Hey, navigating…

What I learned this week..

#1- Carpe Diem because life can really suck when you get old. Sometimes you reach this grey zone of inverse realities where the daily fight to stay alive keeps getting harder while the reasons to continue battling keep fading. Nothing too much you can do about it except live the heck out of every healthy,…

Accepting limitations..

My mom and I are going to look at wheelchairs today.  Sounds awful doesn’t it.. but like anything else in life, context matters. Mom is a go-getter, but at 88 years old, your “go” starts to “slow.” There are certain malls that we don’t frequent anymore because just making it from the car to the…

Happy Anniversary Baby!

36 years, 4 kids, 14 homes, 13 jobs, 11 cars, 1 hurricane and 8 pets ago, you and I buckled up and said “I do.” It’s been one amazing ride, hasn’t it?

Paintbrushes and Padding…

  I have always had issues with bathing suits.  More accurately speaking, I have always had issues with my body … IN a bathing suit.  The problem is I’m  flat chested; my silhouette is a little like a paintbrush- no curves, straight up and down, plenty of hair on my head. I remember lounging poolside…