Dinner Time
We arrived at Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies at six - dinner time. However, not having had lunch until three, we were all still quite...
Gatlinburg Messing Continues
It was nearing two o’clock and my stomach was protesting the lack of food. No Way Jose’s Mexican Restaurant had been nixed because I...
Messing in Downtown Gatlinburg
Our family never does anything fast. Whenever the girls and I need to be somewhere at a certain time, it’s almost a guarantee that we’re...
Time to Unplug
We made the plans back in September, eager to escape with the entire family, which for us is already a major undertaking. Still, we...
Ronnied
You won’t find it in a dictionary anywhere, but it is a word. At least, it’s a word in our family. It is derived from my uncle Ronnie,...
Prelude to Major Messing
The adventure begins at midnight. If I wasn’t so worried about the kids driving through the night, it would begin as soon as the last...
Random Acts of Intimacy
I know some of you read that title and immediately assumed that this post was about spontaneous sex. I even know who some of you are who...
Strawberry Messing
Plant City is Florida’s big strawberry area. One of these days I’ll take the girls there for the festival they hold. “Always go to the...
The Book That Starts It All
While writing a guest post for Between the Lines, a great blog by writer Sherry Rentschler, aka @poetphoenix on Twitter, I was looking...
Lesson Learned
Reaping the Harvest and my free short story, Circle ofJustice, is out on Smashwords. If I uploaded everything correctly, then it’ll be...
