And SO it begins!!!!!! THE book! The one I’ve wanted to read ever since it released but couldn’t bring myself to actually buy it?! (I suffer greatly from buyers remorse...a total Mom thing) And after reading just the introduction, yes I know, I’m already obsessed and inspired. I’m slightly dramatic. SOOOO....that inspiration has me writing … Continue reading Girl, Wash Your Face challenge….
Constant. Steady. Always present. I'm a visual learner. It's the image of something tangible that allows me to make sense of the unseen, unknown. That is just how my brain works. Even when I take tests for school, I will close my eyes and see the study guides I spent hours reviewing to pull out … Continue reading A letter of love….
This simple phrase that refers to our own self worries, troubles, misfortune....woe is me. Or as I like to think of it, woe is we. This common self loathing theme that summarizes the story of our life that nothing we do is good enough, that we are constantly missing the mark and that everyone around … Continue reading Woe is me…woe is we.
Here I sit almost a year from when I first put my fingers to the keys and began this whole 'writing' thing to see what it was all about. Ironically, it was the holidays that sparked my writing bug, due to my desperate need to get all the emotions and 'feels' out of my head … Continue reading My Thanksgiving Feels…
The birthplace of hospitality, philos...xenos, love...stranger. It's that simple. Be hospitable by loving strangers. The simplicity of it is exactly what it's meant to be. Hospitality isn't meant to be a beautiful 4-course meal, a perfectly decorated home or 3000 plus square feet with hill country views. While all of those things are beautiful blessings … Continue reading Philos…Xenos…hospitality
We've all heard this silly yet truthful term, F.O.M.O., fear of missing out. How many of us can say with full honesty that we have not felt this at one time or another throughout the course of our life? Whether it be through social media posts of friends enjoying a nice evening out or their … Continue reading F.O.M.O.
Crying over spilled milk, or Benadryl in my case. What is it about 10 ml of liquid medicine being spilled upon my kitchen table that can make me jump off the deep end, lose my mind and fly off to the CooCoo nest? For real. Not askin' for a friend, this was legit my deal. … Continue reading Mom fail. Part 2.
