What did you do this past weekend? I went to the beach with my kids and we: played on the beach, smashed sand castles – because destroying is better than building, walked up the doon on hot sand about 27 times to go poop (because you can never do it on the first or second try), ran in circles – lots of running in circles purchased and set up a slippy side; then couldn’t use it because it wet our hair – and that’s just unacceptable and watched Dora 297 times. In comparison, here’s just some of the things...

I joined a writing challenge group – I know because I don’t have enough going on, right? But honestly, it was the only way I could ensure that I would write and write regularly until it became a habit. I love this blog, I really do, but it takes a back seat sometimes. I mean there are two children to be fed and loved and cared for and then there’s work and my husband and SLEEP, oh there’s glorious sleep – when I can get it. So if forced to choose between sleep and creative writing – *YAWN* – well...

  151 – that is the numerical value of my craziness! Let me start there! Now, I have a little confession to make: I owe my family an apology!  I did something bad on Easter! No, I didn’t forget to take them to see the Easter Bunny (although I almost did) and I didn’t forget the peeps and it’s not because I made them wear ties, though my toddler probably wants an apology for that! It’s because I turned into a raving lunatic over getting the perfect family Easter picture.  Admit it moms, who...

  I wasn’t born Italian and, as far as I know, I have no Italian in my heritage, just Cherokee and many other unknowns. In other words, I’m a mutt! But mutts make the best keepers, right? Regardless of my heritage, I can eat Italian food like a champ! I absolutely LOVE Italian food – any Italian dish. I haven’t met one I didn’t like yet! And what better Italian dish than a classic pasta and meat sauce? I love cooking spaghetti because you can experiment and throw in different things until you find your...

I have a confession – I have NEVER eaten a Cadbury Egg! Stop freaking out – it’s not the end of the world.  It’s the look of them, that white inside with a yellow center – I can’t get past the look of a real and RAW egg. I just can’t even bring myself to try them. My husband, on the other hand, is convinced that when he arrives in heaven , he will have them in abundance and that this Ooey Gooey Easter Goodness I am writing about will be served to him no less than once a day. Cupcake on steroids...

“Stay away from her…… she’s really messed up right now….. damaged….. you don’t want to talk to her!” THAT is the first he ever knew of me, words of warning whispered to him as he gazed at me from across the room in a crowded bar on a random Wednesday night…….  I still don’t understand why she said it, Why she described me in that way, Why she would warn him off.  Except…….. it was true, every word of it!  She had watched me struggle, cry, scream, drown myself in bottles of wine, unable to eat She...

Lent – it’s going to change my life this year! Join me is you dare! I was not raised in a church that encouraged the practice of Lent. It’s not that I wasn’t raised in a church, of course I was, I’m from the South. I was there every time the doors opened. And it’s not that I was raised in a laid back kind of church; hardly, I was raised Pentecostal Holiness...

In honor or Theodor Seuss Geisel, aka Dr. Suess, on his special day, let’s talk about books. I love a good book! They are an escape from reality – because let’s be honest, we all need to escape our reality every once in a while.  They are a glimpse into another world and they allow to you go places you may never really visit….. have...

My Son, There are these 3 little wise owls at Mimi’s house that you love. You know remember: one has his wings over his eyes, one over his ears and one over his mouth and it’s all about protecting yourself from evil. She recently taught you what they meant and ever since you walk around putting your hand over your ears and mouth saying “no evil.”...

Tiny People Need Time Too! Sounds like a sad country song doesn’t it? But I’m talking about connecting with your babies and I mean your real babies, not the 16 year old boys you still see as a baby in your heart. It can be hard to find or make time to really connect with them when they are so little, especially if you have older ones at home. I know I...

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