I hope when you come home to yourself, there are flowers lining the porch left by all your previous selves.

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  • Finding Water

    There’s a rooster learning to crow and it sounds nearby. My neighbor across the street showed me her baby chickens months ago, but that’s the thing about baby chicks. You don’t know what you have until they grow. Another neighbor… Continue reading

    Finding Water
  • Dream Up A Good Life

    Over the years, I’ve used Facebook to post things that resonate with me. Kind of like a virtual scrapbook because of their memories feature. This time of year being pumpkin everything, it looks like I used to visit Starbucks…a lot.… Continue reading

    Dream Up A Good Life
  • Life is Designed to be Fun

    There are pieces of me that are trying to find their way home. Over time little pieces fall away, or become buried by circumstances, but if they truly want to live in your heart, they’ll find their way back. For… Continue reading

    Life is Designed to be Fun
  • Welcome to the Next Chapter

    The first time I saw it was on a walk to the postal store to purchase stamps. Peering through the storefront window at the concrete floor smeared with dust, I assumed the space was being renovated. There was a massive,… Continue reading

    Welcome to the Next Chapter
  • The Sound of Comfort

    I’m breaking one of my own rules. The rule was to not drink coffee after 2:00 pm, but here we are at 3:15 pm, savoring a fine cup of cold brew. It was intentional and feels rebellious, but some rules… Continue reading

    The Sound of Comfort
  • My Life is a Meme

    A somewhat painful truth. Continue reading

  • A Full Tank

    Being a single Mom and financially stable, may not coexist at first, but it was the most rewarding season of my life. It’s been a long road, but rest assured the road will lead to greener pastures. The journey of… Continue reading

    A Full Tank
  • Practice the Toot

    I went for my morning walk. If I can get out the door by 7:00 am, the air is cool, crisp and a delight to the senses. That didn’t happen this morning, it was more like 8:30 am, but I… Continue reading

    Practice the Toot
  • Slow is Free

    I was walking the neighborhood, and saw some friends outside, so stopped to say hello. One had a question about tea filters, and the best method for loose-leaf teas. When describing the type bag I use, her husband began nodding… Continue reading

    Slow is Free
  • My Happy Place

    There’s a place 15 minutes away, drive time, that feeds my soul. You need places like this in your life, and if you don’t have one, I encourage you to find it. The sun was shining, but the air felt… Continue reading

    My Happy Place
  • The First Hour

    The dogs know when they see me flip over the sand timer, I’m going to tap the keys for 30 minutes. That’s how long the sand will run, and about as long as I’m good sitting in one spot. I… Continue reading

    The First Hour
  • The Throw Away

    I don’t really know how old he is. I asked him once, “When is your birthday?”, and he looked at me and said, “Now Barbara…that’s just rude!” I wasn’t asking to figure out his age. Just thought it would be… Continue reading

    The Throw Away