In a previous post, I wrote about how I love giving gifts. That said, I have been far too poor to afford gifts for all of my coworkers that I really love and cherish. I give out my card and newsletter to my favorite people, but this year, even that has been cut in a… Continue reading Blogmas 13: Gifts at Work
In a previous post, I mentioned celebrating with family. I love the reduced stress and pure enjoyment that comes with celebrating with my husband and our dog, but that’s not all there is to most holidays, in my experience. Since being a married adult, we celebrate Christmas a few times per year. Once with my… Continue reading Blogmas 11: Familial Celebrations and Accompanied Stress
In yesterday’s post about my pup, I wrote about my dog’s stocking. Today, I'm going to talk about stockings. Growing up, we had stockings, and they always contained little things: usually candy and an orange. I could always see the bulky orange lump through my smaller stocking. I have learned that an orange was a… Continue reading Blogmas 4: Stockings
Yesterday’s post was about December birthdays, which reminded me of my favorite December birthday. My dog, Honey, will turn 10 this year on December 25th. She was born in a humane society in St. Louis, Missouri, and shipped to the shelter in my town after a flood affected her birthplace. My husband found her there… Continue reading Blogmas 3: My Dog Honey
I want to be truthful in admitting that I write this today from a place of stress and sadness. I think, though, that that makes what I am about to say all the more relevant. So here is this post, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, my favorite day of the year, which will occur tomorrow.… Continue reading I Choose Gratitude
Something has been off lately. I’ve been sensitive, struggling; on the verge of true sadness. Tonight, I realized I had misread, misremembered, or misunderstood an invitation I received to do something I was really interested in doing. I made plans to get to my friend’s baby shower tomorrow, worried about it a little, and became… Continue reading Fragile Sticker Not Needed
Dearest girl, When you were starting middle school, we all groaned, because most of your aunts and uncles attended that same middle school. I told your uncle JJ to not talk about it – “Don’t scare her,” I said. Besides, I attended a middle school at one point too. It didn’t matter what school; mine… Continue reading Letter to My Teenage Niece
Since learning that being highly sensitive is a personality trait, which I immediately wrote about here, I read more about it. A friend of mine shared an article on social media that resonated with me: Why highly sensitive people benefit from minimalism. I’ve written on this blog about how I experience great benefits from having… Continue reading The Importance of Little Things
All this time I was convinced that I didn’t like condiments... my past history of disordered eating was the cause.
Having struggled with suicidal ideations and attempts, and having dealt with years of self-harm, I know it’s important to talk about. But I also know I have to take care of myself... so I struggle.