(Because the holiday was so exhausting, this share took place via text.
Hey girl. How was thanks?
Oh, awesome! I was SO happy my folks came out, kind of a lost minute decision. They stayed for the OH/MI game and left today.
Yeah, Ann Arbor.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
(Because the holiday was so exhausting, this share took place via text.
Hey girl. How was thanks?
Oh, awesome! I was SO happy my folks came out, kind of a lost minute decision. They stayed for the OH/MI game and left today.
Yeah, Ann Arbor.
You know I work with homeless addicts. Sometimes the work is frustrating, or funny, or heartwarming, but one day last week it was truly harrowing: One of our clients was detoxing from heroin.
Lucky me, I married into a football family. My husband isn’t into it so much, but I love it, and one of the best part of getting together with his Continue reading “Mindfulness During College Football Playoffs”
Maybe a week ago, there was a WordPress prompt about the different “me” I am when I’m in different situations and what would happen if two or more of my mes ran into each other.
When I was a kid in St. Louis, my first grade teacher was the daughter of one of the coaches of the (then) St. Louis Cardinal football team (now in AZ). The coaches would come to my school regularly and read to us, the students. Lovie Smith read to me when I was seven.
I come from an IL family, a Bears family, but a part of my allegiance will shift to wherever Lovie is.