What we hate about us…

What we hate about us…

What is it about a mirror that brings out some (or all) of our insecurities?  I wake up pretty raw in the morning. Getting out of the bed is one of the hardest things that I do all day long, mainly because Night Barb is a creative party animal. In fact, she’s...
Barbie’s Honduran Adventure

Barbie’s Honduran Adventure

Hello friends, There are a few words that describe the second half of my trip to Honduras: shock, awe, guns and beauty. It was an extraordinary Honduran Barbie adventure. I’ll explain… Shock… Last Sunday, I truly almost peed my pants when my friend,...
What Honduras teaches me…

What Honduras teaches me…

Today, I got to see two lives changed right before my eyes. Steve is the gringo (aka young white guy) in the photo. He’s a young buck who decided in February to go on a missions trip. All he knew was that he wanted to come to Honduras and help people. but, once...
Fighting the urge to “un-see”…

Fighting the urge to “un-see”…

Last weekend,  I heard the story of a young Moldovan orphan who was rescued from a life of hardship and most likely the sex trade: “I was one of three girls rescued and taken to Stella’s House…I recently talked to one of the girls who wasn’t...
Lessons from my morning jog…

Lessons from my morning jog…

In a previous post, I shared about how much I hate running. It’s not that I hate the idea of running, I just HATE that I’m not any good at it. Once, I was running a 5k and every single 60 or 70 year-old in the race passed right by. I see people jogging...
The Awkward Years…

The Awkward Years…

Earlier this week, my youngest daughter, Abbie, turned 13. We are not quick to spoil our kids, but she hit the motherlode this week. First, her oldest sister flew home for the week as a surprise. Then, my mom got her a new phone (Tracfone smartphone with triple...