
When I was a kid, the men in my family had calloused hands and Daddy had a row of callouses on the palms of each…

Taking in my surroundings, I note a wisp of dog hair that was missed by yesterday’s vacuuming, or it’s a new one that formed overnight.…

This week, I heard this song, and it made me want to cry. Not sad tears, just overly grateful for the truth these words hold.…

Grab a warm cuppa and soothe your weary soul inbarbsworld. I’m Barb, the writer behind this blog and I share through a clear, simple lens. I’ve lived a life filled with everything that money could buy, but in 2014 I left that life to feel myself living. Now, I know what abundance truly is and it can’t be bought.