Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Real Life”
Some of you may know, and maybe some of you will be surprised to know, but I have four tattoos. I see them all the time on people, and I like to ask what the story is behind each one… sometimes there is a good one, more often there is an embarrassing one that starts with, “Well, I was 18 …
I’m a ‘yes’ man. Well, I’m clearly a woman, but you get where I’m going with this. I say yes to everything and to everyone. And I used to think that was a good thing! I don’t mind being busy, or having a lot on my plate. I feel, probably like most of you, that it makes me important. When …
Be honest, you totally clicked on this because it’s Valentine’s day and you thought I was being clever with my title and referring to a ‘civil war’ in my relationship. Sorry to disappoint! Today I’m writing about the actual Civil War. But I’m glad you’re here! As I mentioned in my blog, Shalom Family, while my mom and Papa Scott …
What do you do for Christmas? Do you have any traditions that you love? Is there anything, now that you’re an adult, that you’ve done since you were a kid during the holiday season? Of course I mean other than the obvious Santa or Menorah things… Am I the only one who can honestly answer, ‘Not a dang thing?’ I’ve …
The term ‘home’ is growing ever more diluted for me. I’ve called so many places ‘home’ over the years, that I can’t say I even could define it if I was pressed to tell you what that means to me. This isn’t meant to be a sad sentiment. Quite the opposite, actually. My friend Tori- a fellow Nevada to Tennessee …
It was your birthday this week. Facebook reminded me of that. You would have been 64. Aunt Janel reminded me of that. Two years ago, I commented on your Facebook page to wish you happy birthday and it got me thinking… how many years went by where I didn’t? No post on social media, no call, no card. Nothing. Because …
It took me 7 days to fall in love with my husband. May 30th was our 9 year wedding anniversary, so I thought I’d step away from the farm for a second and go back with you, Readers, to where this whole journey to the farm really began. Because there would be no ‘this’ without ‘us.’ And the ‘us’ here, …
