I thought the whole empty nest thing would be easier this time. I thought because this was the third time I watched my kids move out, it wouldn’t hurt as much. This weekend, two more kids moved out. I feel old again. Or older. I was wrong about it being easier. I know I’m not
Sorry for the short post this week. It’s Girl Scout cookie season and I’ve got two daughters selling cookies. One of them is in a travel troop, so we’ve been busy! What’s a travel troop? Glad you asked (you did ask, didn’t you?). Normally when a Girl Scout sells cookies, a portion goes to her
Sigh. Again with the words. I’ve got a directory in my Writing folder titled Drafts and Ideas. It’s got almost eighty different files, all blog posts that I thought would be interesting. Eighty times I said, “That would be a good blog post,” or “That’s pretty interesting. I wonder if I could get a blog
I wrote a couple of years ago about cover songs I’d like to hear.
Sex trafficking kills people. I was heading to bed last night and skimming Twitter one last time when I saw a headline that broke my heart. “Woman who helped those caught up in sex-trafficking dies.”