What can you do at home to save money and help save the planet? Here’s one thing. I challenge you!
Damn me! I’ve done it again. Waited until the last minute, and now I’m ready to hurl myself through a window. Maybe it isn’t so bad. Let’s see… what have I packed already? Oh yeah, absolutely nothing. Fellow blogger and traveler Willia over at Cebuana Adventures posted about her travel bag recently, and she gave me the
And then I smile at her. And for the past two mornings, she has stared me straight in the eye and not so much as twitched a phony smile. It’s the oddest thing. I’ll try one more time tomorrow.
I just had a flashback. Cue pulse of blinding white light. I’m in the past. I’m sitting on the floor in the tiled hallway of my childhood home; I’m talking on the phone with my boyfriend. The hallway was as far as the cord could reach. So I pulled the phone from the kitchen and had conversations in the hallway. My
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.
So I grew up in the age of Girl Power. Us girls were told that we could do anything, be anything. We were presented with posters of women playing sports and dressed in astronaut gear. We were shown women in suits. Power suits with shoulder pads. You didn’t mean business if you didn’t have shoulder
If you haven’t read my previous post on why this camping trip is going down, then check it out here. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to be honest. Last week, I was desperate for some sort of flashing beacon of hope that my son wouldn’t be swallowed up by life’s forces. Probably worse, that he
So, I lost it last night. Lost. It. That bit that keeps our brains intact and rational? It fell out. I love decorating. I love moving furniture around and seeing who finds a home where. Right now, my bedroom is small. Okay, not small, just too small for me. I’ve enjoyed the challenge of making
For many, many years I felt guilty about something. It was a secret that I shared with only my closest compadres. The dark secret was this: I didn’t feel comfortable in the role of motherhood. The idea of being a mom scared the woman out of me. This is natural, you may be saying. How
So, I’m trying to teach my kids how to be entrepreneurs. I want them to understand the benefits and the mindset needed to be independently successful. That being said, I had to teach my daughter to not be nice. Yes, it seems like a direct contradiction to the title of this blog, but here’s why