It’s all enough to make this first-born, type-A, straight-A, single-momming, self-employed girl want to hole up, buckle down and take care of things. Make things better. Fix things. Soothe things. Prevent things. Get things done. Check things off the list. All while clenching her fists and holding her breath until maybe, someday, the list will be a little less long and the needs a little lighter.
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WRITING IT DOWN
Somewhere back toward the beginning of this blogging journey, I typed up a post about the specific kind of journal …
PICK ONE?
Today I was talking to someone I love about how maybe just maybe we all have a bit more in …
GOOD NEWS BAD NEWS GOOD NEWS
THE GOOD NEWS IS: I found this amazing funky 70s floor lamp at Goodwill a few months ago. Yes. Yes, …
THE TUBE CASE
Just then a grey sedan drove slowly up my alley, pointed its wheels into my driveway, pulled in, and stopped. A tall gentlemen stepped out. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Richard (Secret Last Name). I grew up in this house.”
But I had already guessed as much before he said a word.
AT THE LAKE
If you don’t live here, you might not realize that Minneapolis becomes a bit of a ghost town every weekend …
LOOKING
Some sources say this painting is called Visions of Distant Shores. Others say it’s called Waiting for Him. Either way, …
