Hubby and I are on a weekend trip with friends. Yes, I know. We are in the middle of managing two houses, packing one, moving into another, and generally living in a state best described as “controlled chaos.” So naturally…we ran away for the weekend to make life easier. Solid plan. No notes. It’s day … Continue reading Not Today Gravity
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I Came. I Socialized. Everyone Else Was Thriving. I Executed The Restroom Dodge.
I’m writing this while I’m supposed to be socializing. Which, if you think about it, is a strong indicator of how this evening is going... for me. For everyone else? Oh, they are thriving. Hubby included. Radiant. Engaged. Positively buoyant in a sea of handshakes and conversation. Meanwhile, I am over here realizing six months … Continue reading I Came. I Socialized. Everyone Else Was Thriving. I Executed The Restroom Dodge.
My Lake Girl Era is Off to a Rough Start
Ok. So y’all know I’ve been out here reinventing myself. From city girl(population 10,000, thank you very much) into lake girl… Waxing eloquent about how much I love the water,how peaceful it is,how I enjoy the birds and the fish and all the serene, nature-filled moments. Just living my best reflective, nature-loving life. And of … Continue reading My Lake Girl Era is Off to a Rough Start
No One Seems Concerned But Me
Y’all… I am not going to get worked up about this. I don’t have the energy. I have things to guard.The few things that are still here. Because strangers keep coming to the "city" house. They pull up.I hear them.I take my position. (Security is clearly a one-dog department.) I start the growl. Mama: “No, … Continue reading No One Seems Concerned But Me
The Last S’kiddle Leaves the Nest
Last weekend, we helped Middle S’kiddle move into her first place. And just like that… our house got quieter in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for. Not empty.Not sad exactly. Just... different. What is a S’kiddle, you ask? Fair question. When my husband and I got married, we didn’t just bring two people into … Continue reading The Last S’kiddle Leaves the Nest




