You are just a book. Your friendship is like an old, worn out book. Dust covered jacket, words beginning to fade on crinkled pages. That certain aged smell that comforts whoever opens it and turns the page. They soak you in, drain every ounce of warmth and love you can deliver. Find comfort in your…
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Different types of friends
The older I get, the more I learn about friendships. Each of us in our lives have different circles that we run in and those circles are made up of different people. Sometimes our circles overlap and sometimes they do not. Sometimes it is best if they do not. That bothered me for the longest…
An open letter to nurses…
Hello to those who have both been angered and upset by the latest scandal from The View and hello to those ladies who perhaps never intended to spark a firestorm while they sat on The View’s panel. I am not a nurse. I have sure needed quite a few nurses in my life though. Hasn’t…
Confessions of a fat girl
I was not always fat. In fact, I was always quite small. I was short and what you would call skinny for as long as I can remember back. I never imagined myself being anything other than that. I do not think it is something that anyone sets out to become either. I certainly never…
Never forget
I remember. The event that needs no context because it has been the biggest event of our century. The Pearl Harbor, if you will, for most of us. I do not know many alive, of age during that time, who do not remember. School did not start until well after 9 AM. It was part…
An open letter to my friends without children
Hi. We probably haven’t spoken in weeks, months, maybe even years. Many of you cross my mind in the most random of times. I just don’t ever tell you that. I don’t know how to tell you that. When I let myself think about it, I don’t really know what happened. So, what happened? Maybe…
The L-word
L… You know the word I am talking about. The word that has so many people either divided or united, depending on the day. The word that has many definitions, but only one real example. The word that people either celebrate or downright abuse. The word that people either, well, love, or despise. Love. Say…
Just sayin’
I am not getting into the argument corcerning Target that has taken social media by storm. Yes, the one about organizing the toy aisles differently. Anyway, I think that everyone knows I have a degree in Human Development; I am proud of that degree because I worked very hard to get it. (It took a…
To my middle-schoolers…
To my precious (crazy, loud, dramatic, sweet, energetic) sixth graders… Did I say loud? (I thought toddlers were loud, but that was before I was locked in a room with a bunch of middle-schoolers. A bunch of middle-school girls really.) First of all, it is a privilege to be in your lives. I expect to…
The heart of a child
My firstborn is very sensitive. My firstborn is very sweet. My firstborn has the most tender heart of any child I know. My firstborn, my son, Liam, has such a beautiful soul. Everyone says boys are rough and tough, and he sure is. However, he has a such a gentle way about him. He is…