I was standing in the kitchen making dinner when my foster daughter asked me if I’d ever heard the song “Catch a Grenade” which prompted…
Over the summer, my friend set a challenge to listen to all of her iPod’s music collection alphabetically. A through Z; every song. Every. Last. Song.…
Nine years ago today, my intended life plans changed. Only I didn’t know it at the time. I was living in Scotland whilst studying at…
Growing up, I used to love it when we had frosting and graham crackers as part of our school lunches. It was awesome! And the…
My foster daughter was given a friendship bracelet making kit for Christmas. I remember thinking it was a silly thing to sell as a kit.…
So, this is my foster daughter’s Christmas present. Not for next Christmas but for the one just past. Can you believe that I’m still working…
It’s the second day of the second month of the new year. I’m convinced this year will be a good one, but I’ve got to…
Don’t you love it when you’re sitting there minding your own business and all of the sudden – completely out of the blue – an old camp song pops…
We have survival kits for camping trips and natural disasters. We have special kits for snake bites and cuts. We keep emergency kits in our…
Since my foster daughter had a social engagement this afternoon, I took advantage of the kid-less time to get some miles in on the gym’s…
I’ve decided to take part in the “Dialect Vlog”* craze so today you get to see me on camera. Yay! Here’s how it works: I have…
When I’m feeling stressed I turn to my writing prompts. Today, that meant working on a new form poem, which led me to write a…
I used to be able to sit in complete silence and just be at peace with myself. I used to be able to curl up…
I’ve been noticing in recent weeks that I’m not eating enough and I need to work on that. Before Paul died my diet and exercise…
The second annual “Freeze Your Fanny and Burns’ Supper Extravaganza” weekend is officially over and I think it was a great success! There were 18 of us…
Oh my, oh my, oh my! My normally quiet home has transcended into a madhouse! But it’s a happy madhouse. Yep, the house is chock-a-block…
This post started as a long ramble about how my [hopefully temporary] malaise got the better of me and I gave up on my silly…
I rarely go into the upstairs of the house these days because the only things up there are two guest rooms and storage. But I’ve…
I am nearing the end of my second full day of proper rest due to a low platelet count. It’s really hard because I can’t…
A low platelet count means I’m on rest orders from the doctor. My foster daughter is spending the night at a friend’s house. I’m too…