tiny altars.

So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars That I'm alive - and well. It'd be easy to add up all the pain And all the dreams you sat and watched go up in flames Dwell on…

dreaming big and being grateful

I had already scribbled down some notes to write a post about dreams when I sat down to watch last Sunday's sermon from my church (I haven't been in awhile because my RA has been running amuck, amuck, amuck and I hope my bestie and I will remedy that this upcoming Sunday). Now I know…

thanks, mrs o

Somewhere, floating around in my library, is my creative writing book I did as the final project for Mrs. O's class during my junior year of high school. I found it in my hope chest several years ago. Mrs. O, one of my all time favorite teachers and a dear friend, believed in my writing…

graduation and gratitude

I'm hoping this post makes even a little bit of sense because I'm writing as I'm getting ready for our first event this morning with Sara taking her EO rollerballs and me taking all of my coaching stuff and there is so much to do. We are excited and super busy and running. This week…

makin’ plans for 2018

As you know if you've even glanced at any of my recent blogs, I am super stoked for Christmas. In fact, Miracle on 34th Street is playing in the background as I write.  I can't wait! But, today, I'm also thinking a bit beyond Christmas joy for a minute to 2018 and doing some goal…

3 AM thoughts (and poetry)

Since I was a little girl, I've been a night owl. I like to stay up, reading, writing, thinking late into the night. And I am the living worst to have to get up early in the morning. Today marks my 14 year anniversary as a nurse and I've always preferred night shift in my…