The Mess That Is Me

The Mess That Is Me is merely my unique observations about this crazy world that surrounds us and how I fit into it. Here I will share parts of my writing process and fears, some of our travels and reports of our events, and even about our quirky family. So grab a cup of coffee, settle back, and see what lies within this twisted mind of mine.

It starts around Thanksgiving. Schools send notices home asking for food donations. A note on my mailbox tells me the Boy Scouts will...

I understand that children should be released from school to celebrate Christmas. (Yes, I know, it sounds like a prison term. Have you...

“Bobby says that Santa’s not real.” We were in the car heading towards the bridge, going beachside for some odd reason. “He says it’s...

Before continuing with today’s post, I feel I must make this public service announcement. WARNING: The following blog post contains...

You may find it silly, but then again, you’re an adult and have probably long forgotten all of the Christmas worries that kept you on the...

I was doing well. My pants were coming down - in size that is - and I moved up a couple of holes in my belt. I was losing weight. Not...

“Dyl is participating in a gift exchange for her Girl Scouts.” Sarah was filling us in on the upcoming holiday celebrations. “They...

The Christmas lists grew every year and when they stopped growing in number of items, they grew in how much the gifts cost. It wasn’t...

At the beginning of this week, I mentioned how we bought stockings for new family members. Now the significant others of our children...

After Christmas last year, I took my time. With care, I unplugged the Christmas lights, wrapping them in those gentle loops like rope I...