Same trailer, different park. I actually said those words to a friend yesterday during lunch. I wish they were mine; they sound like mine, I think. They're really just a catchy bit of a country song.  I said those words because we were talking about the heavy stuff of life, and–as women tend to do–she [...]

It's been another heavy few days here. But this week it isn't destruction on a national scale that's keeping our attention; it's matters of the heart, the voices in our heads and the idea of being 'just right' for everyone else. I told you. Heavy. My girl came to me in tears on Sunday morning, [...]

I'm pissed at myself because I can't turn off the TV.  I want to. I want to shut out the events of this week, pretend that it's a world and a lifetime away instead of here.  No, I'm not in Boston. I didn't run in the marathon and I don't think I know anyone who [...]

I'm a slave to my phone. I admit it. I get antsy if I can't check Twitter, Facebook, email, Instagram, whatever. And it's not just a 'check it and forget it' kind of thing; it's a check it, check it, check it, check it kind of thing because God forbid I might miss something in [...]

One of the reasons I blog is to document who I am, what I believe and why I make the choices I make. I'd like for my series of posts to serve as a way for my children to see me–me at my best, me when I struggle, me when I fail–when they're old enough [...]

What would I do if I only had 24 hours left? 24 hours. I can't help but think there's a right answer here even though I know there 'shouldn't' be. I can't help but think of all the things I haven't yet done; the trips to exotic, romantic, exciting places like Paris and Rome and [...]

     Today is my first time linking up with Shell for PYHO (Pour Your Heart Out). I loved Erin's post, which inspired me to sit down and blog on a day that I really didn't feel like     doing much of anything at all. I went back to yoga this week. Mind you [...]

I’ve spent the weekend cleaning closets. Purging. Organizing. In the literal sense of course, but probably in the figurative sense as well. My ex husband used to joke that he knew when something was bothering me, because he’d come home to rooms rearranged or the overpowering smell of bleach and Lysol. But this weekend’s work [...]

Someday I'm going to…. That's one of those words that I have a beef with. Someday. You know the words I'm talking about; the ones that push off what we want now to some magical, undefined time in the future when we'll be more or less something…richer, older, thinner, happier, less busy, more energetic…whatever. The [...]