It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog post. My apologies. I believe it’s called “bloggers suicide” when you skip out on blogging for months on end. I’d love to…

You don’t have to be a runner to be breathless. The woman in the express lane ahead of me was just that. She swiped her credit card, looked at me,…

I’ve heard several times in the last few years about how “hurt people hurt people,” and “we can’t give our children anything we don’t have and neither could our parents…

Sometimes women want to prove that we are right or capable of anything. Sometimes…ok, maybe often is a better word. This day was no different. The three most important men…