I have a new dirty little secret. Secret? Maybe not so much a secret as I often share tales of this new habit with my husband. Guilty pleasure? That’s better, yes. I have a new guilty pleasure: I’m a voyeur in my child’s university Facebook group. For those who haven’t experienced the empty nest yet, … Continue reading What Should You Do? Or Not Do.
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The Meat Plant and Susan’s Big Idea.
What if I swing by the meat plant and pick up a nice piece of beef? Admittedly, it was a crazy idea. But it turned out wonderfully.
The Year in Review
In 2024, you read nearly 60,000 words delivered directly from my brain to your devices. That's a lot of words. I cannot thank you enough.
The Naked Burglar
It was 4:00 a.m. when I was awoken from my slumber to a ping from my phone, indicating that one of our security cameras had spotted an intruder. A mostly naked intruder.
Moving Treasures & Murphy’s Law
We have just completed our 9787th hour at my mother-in-law's house, packing up endless treasures for new owners. Our most influential helper? Murphy's Law.
S*** Nuggets, Revisited
Yesterday was the Celebration of Life service for my mother-in-law. It was way more than I expected and, if my brain wasn't completely fried by the afternoon's end, I'd likely have tossed this blog out the window and started fresh. But, my brain was completely fried so just a few tweaks to the intro. The … Continue reading S*** Nuggets, Revisited
Tears and Laughter? Yes, please.
I never knew there was so much to organize. Since Rich’s mother passed, we’ve lived by a list that seems to triple each day - a list that has yet to include “breathe” or “process” or even “fall apart.” I have fallen apart. That’s actually not surprising as I’m game to fall apart with a … Continue reading Tears and Laughter? Yes, please.
MommaPause: Empty Nesting, Day 8.
MommaPause: Empty Nesting hasn't gone exactly as planned.
A Note to the First Timers: It Will All Fall Into Place.
What would I tell those anxious parents experiencing that first round of college preparation? It will all fall into place, eventually. It really will.
Wistful. Why Am I Not More Wistful?
Do you ever have one of those reactions that, when compared to those around you, seems very much not the same? By the time you read this, our nest will be emptied. Why am I not more wistful?