Category: everyday musings

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The day I made a nationally known writer run away from me

One day in June I caused a nationally syndicated advice columnist to run from me after I mentioned I enjoyed her column when really I had only looked her up a few days before because I was told the freelance photography job I had been assigned would include her. She wasn’t even the subject of the photos or the story; her husband was. I … Read More The day I made a nationally known writer run away from me

Why artists need social media breaks

This is part of a five part series focusing on tips for creatives to keep their own, unique, authentic voice from being silenced. I recently dropped Facebook for about a week, except for posting a few photos to my Facebook page. I stopped scrolling the timeline. I looked at Instagram maybe once a day or even skipped days. Then I started reading photography tutorials … Read More Why artists need social media breaks

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Covered bridges, old general stores and getting lost in the boonies

One way to keep your marriage fun and spontaneous is to suggest a restaurant for your anniversary dinner that’s in the middle of nowhere, has no WiFi or cell service and then forget your wallet. My husband and I usually take our children with us or eat a family meal at home because our life is void of a reliable babysitter roster. We also … Read More Covered bridges, old general stores and getting lost in the boonies

When you hit old age before you’re old

I wake up with a weird, buzzing, anxious feeling in my chest. Everything is wrong, but nothing is wrong. Everything is scary, but nothing is scary. Everything is death around the corner, but death is not there. Restless. That’s what the ladies in an online support group I’m in call this feeling. I call it sheer terror. This buzzing,crazy, I’m-going- to -crawl- out of … Read More When you hit old age before you’re old

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10 on 10 for July: Summer fun always includes water

Summer fun in our family always includes some sort of water play, mainly for the kids. sometimes they don’t even have to get wet in the water to have fun. We have debated over the years putting in our own pool, but there really isn’t space in our yard, nor do we really want to maintain one. Luckily we seem to have enough options … Read More 10 on 10 for July: Summer fun always includes water

Packing a life away in boxes

Last month we started packing up my aunt’s life in boxes and filing the pieces of her life away. When Aunt Dianne’s room had been completely cleaned out it looked as if she had never lived there or even been a part of our family and our lives for 67 years, more intimately for the last 8 years when she moved in with my … Read More Packing a life away in boxes

Three going on fifteen or why my new name is “mooooooom”

Little Miss, 3, 1/2 is back to calling me “mom” instead of “Mama” and saying it like an annoyed and spoiled teenager. “Oh Moooom.” “Mooooom, watch me.” “No, I don’t want that for dinner, Moooom.” It’s seriously like she’s 3 1/2 going on 15 some days. And boy does she have my moodiness tendencies, much to my disappointment. One day last week she made … Read More Three going on fifteen or why my new name is “mooooooom”

All I wanted was clean underwear

“I want to keep playing in the pool!” She was standing in her wet bathing suit in the laundry room dripping all over the floor and I was digging in the unfolded laundry wishing I was organized. I needed underwear. Why was there never any clean underwear for me? Piles of clean underwear for my husband my son and even my 3-year old daughter … Read More All I wanted was clean underwear

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Why I didn’t want to tell my son about the death of Anthony Bourdain

Originally written for another publication who rejected it because they said it had been published before (it hadn’t) and wasn’t timely (it is). Hmmm…Anyhow…figured I’d just publish it on my own blog instead. ______ I didn’t even know him. Not really. But yet it was almost like losing a close friend. I’d had a crappy night of sleep with two sick kids and I … Read More Why I didn’t want to tell my son about the death of Anthony Bourdain