I have mentioned my Hubby Guy again and again for years but he has never gotten to be the topic of a post. We have been married for 16.25 years. Since I have been sharing about buoys I cling to when I find myself separated from the safety of my mental boat, this is the
Maddox’s Buoy
I was listening to a podcast this week and the person being interviewed said the words, “All love ends in loss”. They were talking about fostering children and what a mine field it can be emotionally. Their point was deep. All love ends in loss sooner or later. Fostering is an arena where it can
Evidence to the Contrary
There is a TikToker that makes me laugh. Her humor is dry and all her posts simply answer questions that other people pose on the platform. In the last video I saw of her, she was answering the question, “Why do fat people always tug at their shirts when they sit down?”. I will not
Ugly Duckling
I was always a good student. I was born with some natural “smarts” that served me well. I coasted for the vast majority of school. I rarely struggled. I rarely studied. Typically, I picked up everything I needed to be responsible for by just listening in class and doing my homework. I almost never took
#BasicallyTwins
My big brother is 177 days older than me. That is 5 months and 3 weeks, if you were wondering. Anytime I tell people that the look on their faces is the same… confusion. My mother was born with a heart defect. She was advised against getting pregnant for fear it would end her