vs.

Growing up in a rural, farming community, there was a common us vs. them debate. You were either a John Deere or an International. Green against Red. I had NO inkling of what they really meant, but due to some outside influence, I still to this day have an opinion leaning for the Deere Green.… Continue reading vs.

the lost art of conversation

When I close my eyes and remember my childhood, and picture my mom, she's on the phone. My mom spent a great deal of her day gabbing on the phone. Having private conversations with her girlfriends, relatives, gossiping and laughing and pretty much lost in her own world. Thinking about it now, it was the… Continue reading the lost art of conversation

motherhood calling

I was in the zone forty minutes into an "overtime" hour-long workout at the gym. It was my favorite instructor, Amanda, my gym woman-crush (and based on the over packed class, I am not alone in admiring her) and after the day before's dancing extravaganza it was my happy place. I don't really ask for much… Continue reading motherhood calling