the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

hail state

  • Some 25 years ago, high school senior Miranda saved my Mississippi State letters and goodies from trips over to visit campus in my scrapbook (that is now a bit, umm, aged – like its owner. hehe). Later, I would be so upset when I didn’t get to go – and I certainly could have never… Read more

  • School is officially out for Christmas break and with it my first full year at State is complete – and what a year it has been. ❀ When I started, I wrote about my excitement at the second chances I never expected to have to be a Bulldog. This was my post on orientation day… Read more

  • This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this time I’ve decided it’s best to just put it all out there and publish. . . so this one may be a bit. . . scattered. Scattered is appropriate though, I think, as these recent… Read more

  • It’s a wild rumpus – mostly in the best way – hereΒ  as I’m wrapping up writing my book and keeping up with school work. I have several posts I plan to write next week – once I have my book draft over to my fabulous friend and editor, Cheryl – but this week is… Read more

  • Buckle up, buttercup. . .

    Well, y’all, it’s 3:06 AM on Sunday and I’ve just submitted the first pass of assignments for my classes at State. I’ll be up for awhile doing some writing for my book and I’m in a pile of a million notes and my to-do list is 12.2 miles long and my body is, well, my… Read more

  • As I write to you, it has been a hectic day, trying to finish some writing work and set up a computer – challenging for the elderly here πŸ˜‰ – as it is my first week of school, with several other assignments and projects waiting. It has been a hectic day – and I am… Read more

  • Way back in 1997, when I graduated high school, I wanted to go to Mississippi State – and had made several visits and had scholarships – but life got in the way and it just didn’t work out. I was crushed. (I dug out my senior year scrapbook and found these.) Of course, back then,… Read more