Pet Peeves

Everyone’s got them, those little annoyances. Things that many can brush off or ignore that get under your skin and settle there.  Someone’s habit or idiosyncrasy that drives you insane.  You may think, oh yeah, that bugs everyone, but pet peeves have that label because they don’t just bug you, they aren’t just an inconvenience. They do much more: they drive you unutterably, infuriatingly insane.   Continue reading “Pet Peeves”

Who We Are?

My husband James has begun a health quest that he has decided to post on Tik Tok.  He was recently diagnosed with full-blown diabetes.  I say “full-blown” because for years he has been on the cusp, labeled pre-diabetic. Because of this, James is starting to realize he needs to take better care of his health. Continue reading “Who We Are?”

Kindness

This quote stuck with me last weekend: “I would implore everybody who’s celebrating today to remember, it’s good to be a humble winner. Remember… four years ago? Remember how bad that felt? Remember, that half the country right now still feels that way.”-Dave Chappelle  I wonder and worry as this year comes to an end.Continue reading “Kindness”

Sunday Stories

Cottage in the Wood A small creaky bed by a small shadowed cove.  The torn tattered curtain of a window by the stove.  A young pretty maiden quietly draws near A dark forgotten stranger through the window he peers Quietly she creeps, to the door she sees is open Quickly he dashed to the bedContinue reading “Sunday Stories”

Middle School Break-up: Part 2

In seventh grade Cole was starting to get the attention of a lot of girls.  Most of his friends were girls and most of them ‘liked’ him.  There was an agreement among these ladies that in order to stay friends, none of them were allowed to actually be his girlfriend.  *Gemma broke from the herdContinue reading “Middle School Break-up: Part 2”

Sunday Stories

*This is a whimsical tale inspired by my foster kittens. Enjoy! . . The sleek black kitten waited in silence.  “Shhh,” his eyes tell me. “There is a monster under the door.”  Laying on his side he holds his breath, a statue lying in wait.  A paw eases out, slipping under the door.  A temptationContinue reading “Sunday Stories”

Middle School Break-up

My son’s first girlfriend broke up with him over group text.  In typical sixth grade fashion she told him, “I have something to tell you, but I don’t want to because it will make you mad.” . . . This was their text conversation (spelling and punctuation edited for clarity): Her: I need to tellContinue reading “Middle School Break-up”