For so many years, if you had asked what my hobbies were, I would have strained my brain to think of something that I enjoyed doing just for me. Of course, I had always been a reader, but I kind of put that hobby into the same category as watching TV. While I was raising … Continue reading Do What You Love
2018 meant many things to many people. For me, it was the year that I turned 50, which meant that it was a year of reflection. For the first time, I celebrated-- actually celebrated--- my birthday month of July. I bought t-shirts that announced my age and the year that I was born. I reminded … Continue reading Clarity
I'd never been to Waco. It probably isn't hard for a lot of people to imagine, because maybe they've never been to Waco either. However, I grew up in Texarkana, only 4 hours away. Not only had I never been to Waco until this summer, but I had probably only traveled as far as … Continue reading Waco
It’s Too Pretty to Write
I've missed it... writing. There have been many reasons for my absence in the blogging world lately. I can blame it on my job(s). I'm a school counselor, so springtime gets a little crazy with standardized testing, Section 504 conferences, and the various end-of-school activities. I also work a second job at a local department … Continue reading It’s Too Pretty to Write
If Baseball is Life, What Do I Do Now?
I think we all have some way of defining ourselves-- something that we do or love so much that it eventually describes who we are. For me, it was being a baseball mom. It was more than just being the mother of a baseball player. Of course, I would have become a fan of … Continue reading If Baseball is Life, What Do I Do Now?
Writing (Shared from coolpeppermint)
Just perfect! This post describes why I love writing for ME. 🙂
Sometimes I don’t really know what to write, and then I think oh, you shouldn’t write for the sake of writing, you should write because–because you’re trying to write something. Because you’re trying to convey something. Because there’s a story you have to tell, a thought to flesh out, a destination to get to. You’re driving your point home.
But I don’t always have a point or a story or destination. And then I remember how I used to squirrel away hours just stabbing down words, stringing together sentences, writing whatever I wanted just because. Because it was fun and it made me happy and I didn’t really care if people read it or loved it or hated it. It was like rubbing on unscented lotion. It’s therapeutic, no one really knows you’re wearing it, and it’s something you do for yourself. You’re not trying to leave behind little…
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Tame the Curls, or Go with the Flow?
First of all, I'm not sure there really is a "flow" here. My hair just sort of "is." It's something I've learned to accept. For the majority of my life, I have battled this unruly mane. As a child, my mother fought the battle for me with products like Dippity Do and No … Continue reading Tame the Curls, or Go with the Flow?
I Need Wine… NOW.
It's Friday. No... listen to me. It's not just any Friday. It's the Friday before SPRING BREAK. Yeah. You get it now. It also happens to be St. Patrick's Day, and I work at an elementary school. NOW you really understand, don't you? The Friday before spring break is pretty close to bedlam when you're surrounded … Continue reading I Need Wine… NOW.
I Should Have Taken French
Growing up, I was fortunate to attend a public school that offered a variety of foreign language courses. I wanted to take them all, but just didn't have room in my schedule to do that, of course. So, when trying to decide between Spanish, French, or German, I used good ol' teenage logic. My mother suggested Spanish, … Continue reading I Should Have Taken French
Measuring the Years
After reading one of my favorite blogs, Catching Days, I realized how important the measurement of time is to us. We measure time in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, month, years, and so on. I've caught myself "stealing a minute" of someone's time, so it must be valuable. "Time is money." We even bookmark … Continue reading Measuring the Years