When I was in high school, I went through a head-banging, heavy metal loving phase. I had the Motley Crue posters and we jammed to GNR in my friend, Christie’s little, red Chevette. I still enjoy the metal station on Sirius Radio sometimes and think of those days. But these days, I am physically mostly… Continue reading Mostly Metal

Here in our neck of the woods, it’s nearly strawberry season. Several farmers we follow on social media have been posting updates with pictures of their fields, nearly ripe and ready for the pickin’. Pictured:  Top left: Oak Grove Farms        Find them on Facebook here  Bottom left: Cooper Creek      … Continue reading The Season for Strawberries

As you get older (45 and counting here), you begin to see the need for your circle of friends to be smaller. I’m not talking about Facebook friends, although I am also beginning to see the need for that list to be smaller, too. I mean those friends that you call on for life’s big… Continue reading Women In My Circle

If you’ve followed along my journey here, then you know I have long needed a left total hip replacement (LTHR), but let fear keep me from having the operation for years. I can now say that I conquered my fears and I am officially lugging around faux bones- titanium, metal and plastic to be exact.… Continue reading Bionic Woman Walking

It is nearly 5 a.m. and I just woke up, got a glass of water and got back in bed to read a daily devotional. It is my husband’s birthday today, and God decided to send me this message today (Click the link below to read it). What I Love About You Bryan is a… Continue reading Another Year of Love

Bryan is working out-of-state for a few days this week (he’s back tonight, thank goodness), so I’m on full-time pet parent duty. He always handles morning shift and last bedtime shift, and I take the rest of it, but I’m solo today. So, you know it will be just calm seas and smooth sailing, right?…… Continue reading I Don’t Do Mornings Well

If you’ve seen me in the last four years, you know I walk with a limp. I used to be able to hide it, in fact, I remember one time, while doing a walk/run workout combo around Vanderbilt with a close friend, she said, “Are you limping?” And I wasn’t. Or, I didn’t think I… Continue reading Limping Along