“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear) … ” e.e. cummings
I watched the tears roll down my dear cousin’s face last month as she watched our grandma learn the names and roles of everyone in the room. The whole family (like, literally) was home to celebrate Alyssa’s (my favorite oldest niece) graduation. Sidenote. Whaaaat? How can my six-year-old niece be ready for college? #sad
Guess what? I’m divorced.
Ok, fine. I am dating myself. I mean, I am outdated. I mean, ugh, never mind.
On May 22, 1998, I graduated from high school. If you do the math, that would make me … upset with you. Don’t do that. Continue reading
So, there’s this guy … his name is Daren. Some may call him Forrest, but that’s only part of his story.
When I first heard about Daren Wendell, I’m pretty sure he was in the middle of a run somewhere. Sure, lots of folks run. I even run sometimes. I know … hard to believe. But, Daren runs for a purpose; to bring awareness to the world’s water crisis. And for every $40 he is able to capture as a result of his crazy pursuits, he ensures clean drinking water for another human being. For life. For.life. Continue reading
You know what’s funner than fun? Taking a two+ hour drive with a couple of girlfriends into the city for an overnight adventure. With no real agenda.
It may be mid-March, but I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now and doggoneit, I’ve got to just get it out there. It’s been burning a hole in my pocket. Or something like that. Continue reading
I was on a conference call earlier today and we were battling the typical audio interference … trains blaring, excavators tearing down buildings and, of course, sirens sounding. Wait. Sirens?
I missed #tbt, or Throwback Thursday for those of you who aren’t hip to the kids’ lingo these days, by about twenty minutes and I don’t think you can be late for hash-tagged events. Right? I mean, then it would be all #laterblog and no one even knows what that means. Right?! Besides, at the time, I wasn’t alert enough to enjoy a walk down memory lane. But now? Because it’s Friday. Because I can’t read another.stinking.email this week. And because I cried in the card aisle at Target earlier, I walk. Continue reading
Because it’s been a month. Yes, a month. I know … I keep hearing, ‘why aren’t you blogging?’ ‘when are you coming baaaaaccccck?’, ‘i miss reading the amazing insights you have to share!’ Wait, I think I keep hearing things. I’m hearing things. Crap. Continue reading