As you know, I say I’m sorry too often (still working on that – see my post Sorry Not Sorry). I also say thank you all the time. But this one I can never say enough. These December dates were the days we were saying goodbye to my late husband. Three years ago can feel like … More THANK YOU


The past three years have not been middle of the road kind of years. They have been years of extremes – on the floor sorrow, overflowing gratitude, nothing can stop me now energy, and total depletion. I want to get in the middle lane and slow down. This buffalo I photographed while in Montana a … More IN THE MIDDLE


  Do you know an over apologizer? Sorry, but I am one. Oh, and I am very sorry I haven’t written a post in a while. Sorry! I have been busy. Sorry, but I crawled back in bed to write this morning. I should be unloading the dishwasher and making pancakes – right? Really sorry…. … More SORRY NOT SORRY


If you know me, you know I like a clean house. If you are a friend of mine, I have probably cleaned your house. Maybe you were pregnant, tired, taking care of a sick child, or just sitting at your kitchen table while my restless hands loaded your dishwasher. I am not writing about just … More CLEANING HOUSE


Some rules you just have to follow – like wearing your seat belt. It protects everyone. Some rules are guidelines for being a good person – like the Golden Rule. Some rules we impose on ourselves and sometimes those need to be broken. I have always been a rule follower. Fear of getting caught and … More BREAK THE RULES


Good things happen to sad people. You get my play on words – everyone knows the famous book When Bad Things Happen to Good People by Harold S. Kushner. And we aren’t really sad people, but I think you know what I mean. Good things and good times can and do happen when you are grieving … More GOOD TIMES


I have started swearing. A lot. I mean, I always swore a little, but now I am unleashed. I am busting out bad words alone in my car, behind my bedroom door, and on my walks in the woods. If you see me talking to myself or hear me through an open window – just … More BUSTING OUT