One reason I stopped writing this blog was because I was telling myself the lie that I didn’t have time to do it. While it’s true that I have more on my plate than some, being a single mom who works two jobs and is single-handedly raising a multitude of children (two teenagers + Susie counts as a ‘multitude’), it’s also true that people have managed to accomplish some things…
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How Cheaters Lie Without Actually Lying
“I never even held hands with her.” As it turns out, you can do a whole lot with another woman WITHOUT EVER holding her hand. I’m embarrassed to tell you how long it took for me to realize that, and then my eyes were opened and I realized, WOW. YOU AIN’T EVEN GOTTA HOLD HANDS. “When would I have time?” That’s such a great answer to the question, “Is something…
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The Times I Didn’t Get Married
Let’s go ahead and address the elephant in the room. Well, maybe it’s not an elephant to YOU, but if you read my last post, you know that I quit blogging for a few years because of fear and shame related to being divorced. Twice. Ahem. And that fear and shame was compounded because the whole {phony} second-marriage “love story” was played out so publicly across this blog and my…
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Moving Forward
I started this blog long ago, on a platform that doesn’t even exist anymore, just to talk about my home renovation project. My mom read it. I mean, those were the only people reading blogs back in those days… just your own friends and family. And then somehow my blog following grew, and I have no idea how or why, but at one point there were over 100k visitors to…
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Love and Dirty Windows.
If you’ve followed me for very long, it’s no surprise that I love old houses. I mean, take a gander at my Instagram if you don’t believe me. I’m obsessed with 1930s architecture, vintage tile, worn hardwood floors, glass doorknobs… Sigh. I’ve had a not-so-secret desire to be a real estate agent since way back when I graduated from college, because I love houses. I also (mostly) love people, and…
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{Strictly Fiction} His Name Was John.
It was in college, the first time she laid eyes on him. She walked into a staff meeting for her new on-campus job at the college gym, and there he was. Tall, black hair, blue eyes. And he had on those Wranglers. Country boy, she thought. I like it. But lots of girls had their eye on him, as was bound to happen. Tall guys with black hair and blue…
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That Time I Online Dated for 48 Hours.
Listen, no offense to those of you who LOOOOVE your online dating scene. I get it… more and more of you are meeting your True Love on Match or Harmony or the FARMERS one, for the love (snort…. have you seen those commercials???), and that’s fine. Great. Nothing wrong with that. Whatever. God bless you and may you live happily ever after with the farmer of your dreams. But let…
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How I Got from There to Here
Hi friends! Gosh, how I’ve missed you all! Some of you have been with me since the humble beginnings of this little ‘ole blog back in 2006 when I had bought a certain Blue House, all the way through the heyday of a shocking 115,000+ visitors a month, and I have loved having you along for the crazy ride. I made SO MANY real friends through this blog that I…
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Letting Go of Plan C.
It’s 4-something in the morning as I’m sitting down to write this. That’s my normal time these days to be out of bed, sitting in my living room, talking to God and reading my Bible. Not that I wouldn’t LOVE to be in my bed right now, but like everything else lately, nothing is going according to my own plans, especially not my plan to get a decent night’s sleep…
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Lies, and more lies.
Once upon a time, I met a girl who became my INSTANT BFF. I mean, this INSTANT connection happened between us, where I’d say, “I love XYZ,” and she’d gasp and exclaim, “ME TOO!” And I’d talk about music, and my favorite songs were her favorite ones, too. It was that way with ALL THE THINGS… every idea I had, she thought was brilliant; everything I liked to do, she…
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I Want to be a Nurse.
I think it started sometime back in high school, when I was trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. Seems like nursing crossed my mind more than once. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. Probably because I spent my college years skipping haphazardly through sixteen different majors… Two different times during my college career I stuck my toe into the ‘nursing school’ water, took…
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Forty-Eight Years.
Bourbon Street, 1965 Happy anniversary, mom and dad.
