simply writing for the health of it
I wasn't "called" to be a teacher. I became a teacher, because at the time, it was the easiest thing for me to do. In high school, I had little idea of what I wanted to do with my life. At one point, I wanted to become a beautician. (Those of you who know me,…
Continue reading ➞ How Are You Doing with Your ‘One Word’?
See this? This is my reward. (Used my Ninja coffee maker to brew up a little iced coffee. Added a splash of soy milk and a healthy drizzle of my brother's homemade maple syrup and I am living the good life.) A reward? A reward for what? How kind of you to ask. I just…
Continue reading ➞ Finding a New Doctor: One of The Many Joys of Moving
Perched on a tall, pebbly-gray vinyl chair in my grandparent's cozy kitchen, I stare at the coffee pot sitting on the stove, willing the liquid inside to begin playing its game of peek-a-boo in the clear glass knob on top. I hear it before I see it. I watch as my grandpa removes the pot…
Currently sitting in a Starbucks in Fort Worth, Texas. The hubby is attending a convention for work, and due to my nonexistent work schedule, here I am. At any rate, so much on my mind, but not sure where to start. So how about this? A confession. I'm feeling rather privileged. I mean, here I…
Headed to the trail for a run this morning. I needed a bit of a reprieve from running in the 'hood, as I was a bit traumatized last week, after crossing paths with a couple of 'buff' looking dogs. (You know, the ones with the super thick chests and tiny little butts.) Now I'm not…
