Scary Movies, Move Away
Sunday, I settled onto the couch wanting to just veg while I mapped out the coming week’s blog posts. I had my coffee, pen, paper and...
Make It Personal
It always makes me feel good when someone tells me they’ve shared The Mess with their friends or when I see they shared a blog post on...
Someone Stole My Time
It was here just a moment ago, or rather an hour ago. I know it was here. Sometimes, I don’t think I misplaced it like I do my keys or...
A Parent with No Regrets
There is no such thing. Regrets seem to come with the parenting role. Oh, maybe not major regrets that keep us guilt-ridden our entire...
It Was Saturday Morning
On these days, I never left my pajamas. With a box of cereal and a gallon of milk I could be found perched in front of our giant wood...
The Bedroom with No Walls
We finally finished setting up the eight-year old’s bedroom a couple of weeks ago. I swear, that girl has an overabundance of ….stuff. ...
The Procession of Goodbye
It’s a long drive. It doesn’t matter if it’s across states or just a few blocks away, the funeral procession is a long drive that no one...
If Time Could Freeze, PLease
Life needs a pause button. I mean, if Staples can have an Easy button, why can’t life have a pause button? The bills need to be able to...
A Selective Snob
I have been accused in my life of being a snob. Several times it was my mother who made the accusation, while at other times it was the...
But It's Comfortable
“You really need to get rid of that shirt,” she said with that look that made me wonder if I had stepped in dog poo and was wearing it. ...
