My girls. I love them to pieces. And sometimes, they can get along so well. But lately? Not so much. I feel like every day I am playing referee over and over and over and over again. There is blaming and crying and arguing and “That’s not fair!” Occasionally, there is hitting. I don’t remember fighting with my sister this much. I’m sure if I ask my mom, she will say we were just as bad – maybe even worse. {Read More}

In the past few months, I have been writing a lot more.  I am sending out query letters to magazines.  I have been published in our local woman’s magazine.  I have been working on my fiction.  And most of all, I am not hiding from my friends and family that I write. I think that some people are surprised and maybe hurt that I never shared this part of me.  It wasn’t intentional.  I wasn’t trying to be mean or {Read More}

“Don’t you miss being pregnant?!?!” That question always drove me nuts.  My girls are almost 7 and 5 now, so I don’t really get asked that anymore, but when I did, I would just roll my eyes. With my first daughter, my pregnancy wasn’t too bad.  I was nauseous the first 3 months but it was bearable.  I was just super sensitive to smells.  I couldn’t even feed the dogs as the smell of dog food made me gag. I {Read More}

I can’t lie, I am not a fan of Christmas really. I mean, as a Christian, I celebrate the birth of Jesus, but the secular part I could really do without. I dislike the retail push with all the commercials and just general “in your face” marketing.  It just gets worse every year too it seemed.  The kids were barely done trick or treating before the stores were putting out their Christmas displays.  What happened to Thanksgiving?? And the gift {Read More}