Remember that game we used to play as children? You’re on a deserted island. You can only bring three things. What are they? Your home is burning down. What is the one thing you have time to run in to save? That was a fun game. We humans love the…

An average day that ends up anything but She took a walk that afternoon like she did every afternoon. Three o’clock, right around the time her body usually wanted to lure her back to bed. Hottest part of the afternoon, but it was early June and the days were still…

A little ditty about a dull day There’s a ladybug on my windowsill and it’s sunny but somehow water is dripping on the metal roof. My stomach gurgles from the sip of wine I just took and Alexa wants to give me wellness tips. (when I read this paragraph out…

A small town, coming of age friendship story The high school parking lot after practice let out was like a mini-version of Penn Station. I only knew that because for honor society freshman year, they took us to the city to go to the Museum of Natural History. …

Our Home Buying Purgatory Story I don’t know what to do with myself right now so naturally, I’m writing about it. I miss my pen and journal for this type of writing, however, I have virtually lost the ability to handwrite. It’s boggling but it’s true. Last weekend I was…

What if everything didn’t happen for a reason? It’s odd to be at a loss of words when you’re a writer. Verbally, I hardly ever know what to say, I stumble over sentences, can’t pronounce things correctly, but kinesthetically, I can always communicate. I don’t believe writer’s block is a…

When a shopping trip becomes a lesson in choice One afternoon, my husband and I were Christmas shopping in Target for our kids. We have six together, sort of a modern-day Brady Bunch, ranging in age from 12–21. This was the first year shopping wouldn’t threaten to put us in…

Don’t let your finances be part of your imagination machine. Recently I’ve been going through the process of buying a house and it has made me realize how horribly unorganized I am. Not a pretty sight. You know that quote “A messy desk is a sign of a genius”? Yeah…

That IS the question. In 2010, I decided I was finally going back to school. I was thirty-five, had three kids, and had just lost my home to foreclosure in the 2008 housing crash. I’ve always had impeccable timing for complicating my life even more than it already is. But…