Confessions of a thirty-something widow…

Let me be clear… our annual camping trip is most definitely not in Hocking Hills- it’s in Logan, Ohio. It’s easiest to call it Hocking...

My late Grandma was the matriarch of our family.. a family of very strong women, and many of us.. women who love nothing more than...

In 2010, a Loose Moose customer of mine, turned lifelong friend, gifted us a week in his condo in Bonita Springs for our honeymoon....

Music and dancing were a large part of my childhood. My Mom would cook or clean blasting Gloria Estefan, Michael Jackson, Motown, or any...

I like a good hug. I know who to go to for a real tight squeeze. Lately I find myself holding on just a bit longer. Flip the coin and...

A long time ago I changed the phrase in my head from ‘I’m grateful but..’ to ‘I’m grateful and..’ I read a book referred to me by a dear...

Thirty something. Admittedly, I have to do the math when someone asks me how old I am. I was in my ‘sweet spot’ in my life, so my age...