Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.

Friday night. Forty seven year old single mom sitting at the bar drinking wheat beer. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's about time I blogged again, right? I used to wake up with fully formed ideas in mind. Middle of the night - you name it. I'd jump up and run to my … Continue reading Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.

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A Milestone for My Humble Little Blog

Well, I got my first hate mail this morning. It came in the form of a nasty comment. Wow! Nothing like a little punch in the gut to get your day started. Nice. Most reader comments elicit warm fuzzies - another physical sensation. Nasty comments give a person that gut feeling like a punch. But … Continue reading A Milestone for My Humble Little Blog