It’s hard to believe it’s been a month since Christmas passed. The tree has been dragged to the…
As much as I think it’s my job to teach my children, they continue to be my best teachers.
I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I woke up to my alarm clock on Jan. 2 with this thought in my head: what will the next decade bring?
Now that Christmas is all wrapped up, I am giving myself one final gift: an official “snuggle up…
It’s a little late, but here I am at the midnight hour, with my Christmas wish list in hand. I am…
The evolution of my Christmas spirit this holiday season is best described using the metaphor of a Christmas tree. You should probably sit down for this one. This could get weird.
Soon we will gather around the dinner table with family for holiday celebrations and, if you’ve got teenagers, your relatives are going to ask them the same question that you dreaded when you were 17: what are you going to do after high school?
I admire people who share photos of their perfectly decorated Christmas trees on social media.
I was feeling a little under the weather this weekend so, I did something I need to do more. I took Me time.
I’m fortunate to have parents who taught me the value of community at an early age.
There are some truths in a marriage that nobody can prepare you for, like issues tucked into your marital bed.
At least twice a day I drive past the Wellington County Museum and Archives, but I never pass without taking notice of the grand building that stands atop the hill.
The Carpenter and I recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary.
Instant coffee is not coffee. It’s just not. It shouldn’t even be a thing. It’s a lie in an…
I overhead this remark the other day: “What difference does it make who I vote for? Politicians are all liars. Nothing is going to change.” It made me wonder, is there is a greeting card for apathy? I may write one.