Good day.

If I could get paid to sleep, write, go on fantastic walks and drink wine, I’d be a happy camper. By “paid,” I mean in money. Dollars. Dinero. Not in burritos, although I do adore them. Not in elastic waist comfy pants, although I do find them to be quite delightful. Nothing shady, nothing illegal. […]

The Sweet Life

Tonight is one of those nights when I feel like I have nothing to say. And yet, don’t we always have something tumbling around in our heads? There’s a lot tumbling around in mine. Money, diet, future, exercise, travel, errands, pets, work, chores, bills…the fact that I need to generate a blog post. By midnight. […]

The Write Away

I saw a Facebook comment someone had posted about a news story. The individual meant to say that someone had “the right of way,” but, for whatever reason, it came out, “the write away.” Maybe it was a typo that turned into an autocorrect fail, or maybe the person really thought that’s what the phrase […]

Release.

Do you ever do things outside of your work hours that are the exact, complete opposite of your 9-5 (or whatever your hours are) activities? Your 9-5 might be an office, a truck going from here to there, it can be parenting, customer service in the retail sector, teaching, a courthouse, a gym, an airport […]

What are the odds?

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I remember writing poetry from elementary school through college, and in my high school yearbook, my “dream profession” is a two-fer: psychologist and writer. I’m not a paid psychologist, but I do over-analyze myself on a daily basis. That counts, right? Sunday night I was feeling a particularly […]

The Calling

I came across a video today in which Louise Hay, best-selling author and founder of Hay House, spoke about about her experiences, journey in life and publishing path. If you’re willing to change your thinking, you can change your life. She’d heard this before, but it finally resonated with her. “That little penny dropping was a big deal,” she […]

Really, people?

I started off my day at the dentist. My recent crown, the first-ever dental issue of any kind that I’ve endured, was being quirky. It was as though my previously cracked-by-an-almond tooth would’ve been preferable to the “fix,” which in reality hadn’t fixed anything. Scrambled eggs hurt it. Yogurt hurts it. Water hurts it. “I’m […]