Poor. Pitiful. Me. A Thanksgiving Post.

Poor. Pitiful. Me.

I often write blog posts in my head. It's a shame I can't telepathically send them to "Draft" mode. Earlier this week I had a good one cookin' as I drove to school. I was cranky and irritated and had worked myself up. You see, my parents divorced when I was 18. And though the first few years were a little rough, it was a pretty easy transition to being a 'divorced kid' (although technically I was an adult).

Until the holidays roll around. And then being a 'divorced kid' sucks hard, no matter how old I am. Surprise, surprise. Thirty isn't any different.

My First Editorial

This week I had the privilege of writing an editorial for the school newspaper, and since it has such a "bloggy" feel to it, wanted to post it here, as well.

Five Years & a Mixed Tape

A (rather cheesy) poem for my husband on our fifth anniversary. . .

30 Reasons I'm Ready for 30

To commemorate this monumental occasion -- okay, let's be honest, to make myself feel better about getting older I'm calling it a monumental occasion -- I've made a list of ways to know I'm ready for thirty.

I had more than a little help. Half of 'em aren't mine, but collaboration is a good thing.

Strange, perhaps, but we do what we do, right? And this is how I deal.

So enjoy...

A Changing Season. A Changing Me.

Today is the autumnal equinox, a day of symmetry, equal parts day and night. Many people spend the day giving thanks for the abundance in their lives, celebrating the harvest, even giving back to those less fortunate. Me? I’ve spent the morning in my Bible Lit class, where I’ve found I’m not as isolated as originally expected.