The Sunday Post: Rewriting my Story

I had an idea today. Let me back up a few days first. My friends have been spoiling me. It’s probably because I’ve been such a baby lately, but I don’t know what I would have done without my tribe, as they refer to themselves. Or the many others who are there when I need…

The Sunday Post: Breathing Room

In today’s post, as promised, I’m sharing a few more pictures from our outing to Chattooga Belle Farms. The slideshow below includes a few of my favorites, some of which Jeremy took when I asked him to hold my camera for a while. As I wrote earlier, it was a great opportunity to just do…

The Sunday Post: Progress Report

It was just over four months ago that everything came crashing down on me and I had no idea what I was going to do next. I really didn’t know how I was going to get through it and all I could think about was trying to figure out a way to turn back the…

The Sunday Post: Every picture tells a story

This week was much better. I have my furniture, the rest of my clothes, my kitchen stuff, my books, Would you believe I have unpacked every box? Granted, I did put a few boxes away that didn’t need unpacking: boxes of mementos from when the kids were little, Christmas decorations, things like that. But these…

The Sunday Post: Ticked

No cheery Sunday Post for you today, folks. Not feeling it. I’m quite upset with most of the whole world today, but mostly with myself (and the moving company). But maybe I should go back a bit. In my last post I wrote that not being angrier is making me sad. And that’s still true….

The Sunday Post: For Sentimental Reasons

I’ve always been a nostalgic, sentimental type of person. Each time I leave a place for the last time, I feel sad, even if my time there wasn’t all that happy. Happened with school, work, and every house I’ve lived in. As a teen I spent more than one new year’s eve counting down the…

The Sunday Post: Gray Skies

Woke up listening to the rain on the roof and the sound comforted me. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in and the sound of rain always seems to make that even cozier. But it was still early, not even seven yet, and I was awake. I’ve been waking early these days and can’t get back…

The Sunday Post: Gossip

I’m writing about very personal topics on this blog. Does that give everyone license to gossip about me?