Life is a Bus Ride.

Life is a Bus Ride.

There is a popular song that’s been remade a few times called Life Is A Highway, and I agree with the road analogy, but actually, I think life is more of a bus ride. When I was a teen, I loved talking to people, my friends mainly,  sitting somewhere at night...
Rage Cleaning.

Rage Cleaning.

Even though I’ve been doing it unconsciously for years, I must say I’ve become aware of how valuable rage cleaning is in my life lately. The satisfaction of completing some menial sucky task while my heart and mind process some big emotions is something I have gained...
The Right Fit.

The Right Fit.

When I was a kid my mother loved tennis, so in the hopes of sharing her love for that sport with us, we belonged to the local tennis club too, and we took Saturday morning lessons, tennis tournaments on random evenings, and tennis camps in the summer. My sister was...
The Least Christmassy Christmas.

The Least Christmassy Christmas.

It’s 4 days before Christmas, and I don’t know about you, but I’m just not feeling it this year. With the combination of international travel on the near horizon, limited budget, a pay snafu,  gray weather, and a teenager whose favorite thing to say at the moment...
Someone Is In Charge, Right?

Someone Is In Charge, Right?

At the local Christmas Parade with family recently, there were a few ambulances and several fire trucks going by. I noticed the same name on all of them. Surely, there were still enough vehicles at the base to cover an emergency, I speculated with my son’s favorite...