Look, it was my mistake, okay? Still, having hope for my husband’s E.S.P. to come in is fine, as long as I consider that a very loose and unpredictable fallback plan.
When a Calendar Fail & Lack of E.S.P. Collide.
The Price of Pets (is totally worth it)
"She brought an emotional support toy into the appointment." The price of pets? Worth it.
Hiking the Mendenhall Glacier: A Questionable Adventure
Did I have any business hiking across a glacier in Alaska? Probably not. Did I live to tell about it? Mostly.
Banana Ball: Six for Six
Banana Ball’s season may be short but for a super-fan, seeing every game just takes a little creativity and coordination. Oh, and maybe a few friends who will say “yes” to anything.
Vacation Alert: Back to Alaska.
I'm off on another adventure! Want to follow along? I mean, why wouldn't you? Join me on the socials under Bearly Home Travel.
Banana Ball (and all its Bliss)
Just when I thought all things wholesome had been extinct, I walked into a Banana Ball game and my faith in pure goodness was instantly restored. It was as unexpected as the midgame nod to Magic Mike courtesy of a slew of shirtless firemen dancing on the dugouts midway through the seventh inning. If you … Continue reading Banana Ball (and all its Bliss)
Available Now: Hi, Honey!
Happy Mother's Day! I've chosen this very day to publish my third book, Hi, Honey!: A Dementia Diary because it truly is a love letter to the relationship I had with my mom, who passed away just over a year ago. I wasn't really aware how unique the relationship was between my mother and me … Continue reading Available Now: Hi, Honey!
Hi, Honey! A Dementia Diary
For decades, 4 p.m. meant one thing to me: a phone call to my mom. And then one day, it was gone. Hi, Honey! A Dementia Diary shares the story of loss, grief, and growth. I can't wait for you to read it.
Skin Scans, Schedule Chaos, & Travel Fails.
A week of chaos, ranging from expired passports, weekday graduations, skin scans, and no-contact children. Can I get an amen? No? How about a margarita?
Unpacking my Suitcase, Urn included.
“Did you bring your mom?” “Yes! She's right here!” I said as I pulled a tiny urn from my pocket for all to see. ALL. All six-hundred attendees of the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. All who giggled and clapped as I held up the Tiny Traveling Urn that brought me to the Dayton stage.