Sleeping With the Enemy
There are things I say to myself that I would never say to another human being. You want to write a book? Please. You’ll never come up with 60,000 words worth reading. You’re going to the gym? Why bother? You’ll just come home and stuff your face with junk. You know you have no willpower.
Thanksgiving Kindness for Big Momma
Big Momma told me to write this. And what Big Momma says, goes. Big Momma has a real name, it’s Barb Wohlwend. I think she got her nickname from her daughter, Amanda Lea, who is a Fargo-Moorhead radio personality on BIG 98.7. Much like her momma, Amanda’s personality is larger than life. If you walk
Who’s Scamming Who?
I may or may not have been scammed, and I may or may not care. I was walking into the Dollar Tree the other day to help Santa with a little pre-Christmas elf work. Planted on the puddle-filled sidewalk about three feet from the door were two men who had set up a small stand.
Set Down the Gavel, Matey
I’m putting the Open for Business sign back in the window. Two weeks ago, I left Internet Land in hopes of clearing out some of the negativity that was threatening to suffocate me. You know that boa constrictor song from music class? I’m being swallowed by a boa constrictor… oh no, he swallowed my toe…
Choose Kindness Even Without the Applause
My daughter asked me a question the other day that on the surface seemed kind of childish and selfish. Yet, it’s something that, even as an adult, I still wrestle with in my mind and in my heart. She said, “Mom, what do you do when people don’t recognize your kindness?” Jordan went on to
Going Dark to See the Light
If a Broadway show doesn’t have a performance, it’s said to be “dark.” Mondays are usually dark in order to give the actors a chance to recuperate — or perhaps go grocery shopping and pick up their dry cleaning, I’m not quite sure. My blog posts and tweets are more of a horse-and-pony show than
Kindness Generator Provides Treasure Trove of Ideas
I’m having one of those “Look what I found!” moments. In simpler times, when I didn’t have to bend over so far to reach the ground, I would have them often. I’d spy the tiniest corner of a buried treasure and spend the next 10 minutes frantically excavating before tearing into the house to show
