I had one of those moments this week when the words came out of my own mouth and I almost wanted to look around and see who said them. Except it was me. ME. 😂 I was at ISW (Interviewing Skills Workshop) training on my day off. Most of what we covered wasn’t exactly new…
Some weeks feel like life hands you a list so long you don’t even know which corner to start with. This was one of those weeks. It started with an unexpected trip to urgent care after waking up looking like I’d gone a few rounds with Rocky Balboa. My eyelid had swollen so much I…
There are weeks that feel like one long story. And then there are weeks like this one. The kind where nothing seems connected until you sit down long enough to look back. This week had a little bit of everything. One morning, I was laughing because somebody on Facebook thought I’d skipped work. The funny…
For the longest time I’d get to Saturday evening and start asking myself… “Now what in the world am I supposed to write about this week?” I’d scroll through pictures. Replay conversations. Wonder if anything exciting had happened. Sometimes I’d even feel guilty because life had been so busy that I hadn’t “created content.” Then…
Yesterday the fireworks filled the sky. Families gathered around picnic tables. The kids stayed up later than they probably should have. Somebody laughed until sweet tea came out their nose, and somebody else probably went home with a little too much potato salad. Then this morning… The folding chairs started disappearing. The flags came down.…
Every year it seems like summer tries to convince us we need to do more. More decorations. More side dishes. More desserts. More running. More spending. More everything. Somewhere along the way, we start believing people are coming to judge the table instead of enjoy it. I’ve learned something different. The meals I remember most…
I fixed myself a cup of coffee this afternoon. As I’m writing this, it’s still sitting beside me. Now ice cold. Somewhere between unloading yard sale totes, putting away Tupperware bundles, washing new bath towels, unpacking clothes, switching purses, and trying not to wake Bubba before work, I never got around to drinking it. Funny…
Freedom does not always show up with fireworks. Sometimes it shows up when supper is already halfway handled. Sometimes it looks like leftovers that did not get forgotten in the back of the fridge. Sometimes it looks like Bubba having something he can heat up while I’m closing the store. Sometimes it looks like one…
Summer has a way of sneaking into the kitchen before the calendar even catches up. One minute you’re just trying to get through the week, and the next thing you know there are extra drinks in the fridge, mystery leftovers in the back, somebody asking what’s for supper before lunch is even over, and the…
Summer has a funny way of sneaking in like it owns the place. One minute we’re clearing counters and trying to get through the week, and the next minute the heat is sitting on the porch, the freezer is packed like a puzzle nobody wants to solve, and supper starts feeling like one more thing…