I dislike parenting. I dislike parenting. I dislike the part of parenting when you have to disappoint your kids and make decisions for their own good. And when you do you feel like sh*t because then they are mad at you and sad over the decision at the same time. And yet, you know in the long run it’s the healthy decision for them they just don’t realize it in the moment. You know what I dislike about parenting the most? Doing it alone because then you have to take the entire

The World is not your trashcan. Obviously, this Chick-fil-A customer doesn’t believe in the same values the franchise has if they can so boldly throw their lunch out the window at Lake Shawnee. There are plenty of trash cans all over the place here. In fact, if getting out of your car is too exerting for you - I’m gonna bet you could find a trashcan to pull up to without getting out of your car. I never understand how a person can take a large bag like this and just throw it

I want you to stay alive. That’s what I think when I hear of those who find they simply cannot go on. I don’t know who needs to hear this but I know someone does. I read about those who feel they can’t go on or … they chose not to and my heart breaks. I think about how they try to reach others and we don’t know the cues. We don’t try to get to know them. Today, while my girls went to their grams house, I loaded up Bentley and we went to visit the residents at the agency I wor

I will always stand up and speak for those who cannot and for the oppressed. Write when it hurts. Write when the feelings are strong. They are strong now. To the point my stomach is in knots and my heart in my throat. That is how much I feel things. I am empathetic to the hilt. I feel this way because of what the 'pres' of our country said about a governor. He called him a re**rd. Even writing about it just churns my stomach. Makes me feel ill and pain. Pain for those who

I wrote an entire blog last night and for some reason, it did not save.  This is the 3rd time this has happened to me.  When will I ever learn? As usual, I will use this as a learning experience, but furthermore, an opportunity to ask God if what I wrote needed to be changed.  It sucks to have so many feelings and emotions because when you do, you want to get them out right away.  Like NOW! Not like now, as in right now - but I mean this hypothetically. Last night I was writi

I posted only a summary of this blog the other day and decided to add it to my website with a bit of elaboration. This was my mantra the other day: I'm not gonna drink I'm not gonna drink      Dang right! There is nothing in the house to drink I'm not going out I'm not going out      Uh, Yeah. It's too dang cold! I won't go to store for alcohol I won't go to store for alcohol  No, I won't. I am too dang lazy. Problem solved.     I read something on social media abou

Painting by Michael Mize - title: Leap of Faith I drove home singing tonight after leaving an art gallery where I made my first real art print purchase. It was $95 and I knew I could not pass it up. Singing. I felt it. I went to the store after the gallery and even in the store, I was doing a few moves to the music from my headphones. Driving home, one of my favorite songs played and I kicked up the volume a bit and patted my chest as the emotions came out through a loud ve

Man, I wish my sister was here. I might not be running with her anymore but I know she’d be hanging out to work in my yard with me. She...