Christmas is a Feeling
Christmas is more than just a season – it’s a feeling. Sure, we call Thanksgiving through New Year’s Day “the holiday season,” and there are a lot of expectations society has made us feel we have to live up to during these months. But Christmas is more than that. It’s pulling Nana’s special recipes out of the cookbook and baking yummy goodies. It’s dancing around … Continue reading Christmas is a Feeling
Filled with Gratitude and Joy
At what age do you stop crying when you leave your parents? Asking for a friend, of course. Time doesn’t make the distance any easier, and spending 15 hours in a car each way doesn’t get anymore enjoyable, but spending Thanksgiving with my parents was well worth the long drive, the traffic, a cracked windshield and stiff legs. My mama and I started Turkey Day … Continue reading Filled with Gratitude and Joy
Adulting
Have you ever left a job you enjoyed? I did – a couple weeks ago. I’d finally found a place where after two years, I felt comfortable and content and was pretty good at what I was doing. I liked it for the most part. I became very close with the women I worked with and they quickly became like family. I was blessed to … Continue reading Adulting
Fall Feelings
I’ve been the liturgist at church for the month of October, and since I haven’t posted in a while, I felt compelled to share what feelings I’ve been writing about this fall season. October 27, 2019 Today is trick-or-treat. Kids ring the doorbell and we give them a smile and pieces of candy. We know some, but a lot we don’t, and the ones we … Continue reading Fall Feelings
Be Happy Now
Do you ever have so many various thoughts and feelings brewing in your mind that you can’t put them into words? That’s how I’ve felt for the last few months. We started summer off with a bang – a wedding in WV, Memorial Day, then a wedding in Iowa. Road trips, several radio stations and rest stops followed by good friends, good times, and memories … Continue reading Be Happy Now
How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You
Does anyone else have a dad who makes the corniest jokes? Mine is the king of dad jokes, and sometimes you can’t help but laugh! My daddy is a pretty cool guy. He’s a beach loving, bike riding, basketball playing, Michelob Ultra drinking, car selling man who just happens to be a champ at laying on the couch watching all the sports on TV while … Continue reading How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You
Miles From my Mama
799 miles: Approximately 12 hours and nine minutes. That’s how far away I live from my Mama. It’s not easy. I miss seeing her all the time. I miss yelling from my bedroom to hers. I miss grocery shopping, running errands downtown, walks on the beach, day trips to Disney, cooking dinner together. She probably gets annoyed with my ten phone calls a day, my … Continue reading Miles From my Mama
Fish Fry Fridays
If you live in Southwestern PA, then you’ve been to a fish fry. During the Lenten season, fish fry and Friday are basically synonymous. If you’re not eating at one on a Friday during Lent, then you must be working one. Eight years ago I had never heard of fish fries – let alone fire departments, churches and restaurants all partaking in them during Lent. … Continue reading Fish Fry Fridays
When Your Hometown Moves on Without You
If you’re like me, you spent a majority of your life living in the same town. I lived in the same house, shopped at the same places and had my favorite restaurants and ice cream shops. I could have driven the winding roads with my eyes closed. Even in the time I went away to college not much changed. But in the last 4 years, … Continue reading When Your Hometown Moves on Without You
Life as a Fire Wife
It’s 2:30 a.m. and nothing can be heard in our house except for the faint hum of the furnace and pupper’s snores. Beep beep beep! Jimmy’s miniter goes off and I shoot up in bed, heart racing. Ugh. Another fire call. Another rudely awakened sleep. “Gotta go, I love you!” He yells as he scrambles to get dressed. It’s 5:30 p.m. and I just sat … Continue reading Life as a Fire Wife
