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...
Barb’s vacation, part II: Michael Hyatt is counting on me…
Wow! Friends, you have wrapped me in so much love! Thank you for your congratulations and support. Who knew that a story about God and a girdle could be inspiring- ha! (By the way, if you missed that blog post and you’re dying to know who a girdle changed my...
Barb’s Vacation, Part I: Spanx saves the day
Last week was one of the most incredible weeks of my life. And, when I say the word “incredible,” I’m not just talking about spectacular. I’m talking about “are-you-kidding-me-is-this-actually-going-down-like-this” kind of...
Going too fast in the wrong direction…
Our trip home from North Carolina was only supposed to take nine hours, expect it actually took 12 hours for my friend, Bobbie and I to get home. We were traveling in the wrong direction not once during our trip, but twice. The first clue that we might be traveling in...
Once upon a 365 days ago…
It was exactly a year ago that I woke up on my 40th birthday in a really bad mood. I hated turning 40. Hated it. Even saying the words, “I’m 40” seemed to stick in my throat. Still does… In the weeks leading up to my birthday last year, I...
Life makes for the best stories!
I’m finally back in the air again.Today, I am traveling to Spartanburg, South Carolina via Greenville (or Greensboro – not sure which one because I haven’t be able to keep all of the “Green–” cities straight.)My flight left Detroit...
Remembering Ellie…
My dog, Quimby and I were out on a walk. I was preoccupied with dark thoughts of disappointment and frustrations while Quimby checked the neighborhood canine newsfeed along the trees. As we walked down the street next to ours, my eyes focused on a particular home. I...
Making the most of TIME…
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A...
It’s “P” Day…
I may not always follow the schedule I’ve written down, but I like knowing that it is there – that at some point I was smart enough to think ahead of the game. Yes, I love to plan.
Except for when it comes to food. No plans. I just want to eat what I want, when I want and how much I want.
I’m so glad that you’re here!
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