Where are you from?

I hear this at least twice a week. Whether it’s from someone I interviewed, a co-worker at the paper, or the random person who talks to me at the grocery ...

Texas is harsh.

Foolishly, I thought a quick five mile run at 10:30 in the morning was a good idea. Yet again, I was flat wrong. Near mile two, my water bottle – which wa...

Exactly where IS my cape?

I do feel like Supermom sometimes, so when Corey posed the question under this morning’s Facebook status update, I sat back thinking, “YES, where ex...

Jackson’s Third Birthday

Albeit quiet, Jackson’s birthday – at least, for him – was good. I picked him up early from school and we came home to play in the backyard al...

From Blizzard to Heat Wave

So what if I’m exaggerating; it feels like extreme weather here. It was 84 degrees today, which translates to REALLY HOT in the Texas Panhandle. It just s...

The One Day Blizzard

I’ll make this brief because I’m tired and have no business blogging at 10:30 at night. Honestly, I should be fighting my insomnia by now. Anyway, I...

“What’s that smell!?!”

Jeremy happened to be downwind when I opened the patio door this morning to let Hank out. The smell of money is strong today. This is our last vacation day; Jer...

Welcome 2009.

Instead of resolutions and goals, my outlook for the new year can be summed up in one word: Adjustment. While I’d like to run another marathon, explo...

Final column.

This is my final column which ran last Sunday. I wrote for the Times Free Press for over 8 years and while there were times I dreaded the deadline, I’m go...

My October Surprise

Friday started out ordinary. Jeremy didn’t have school because of Parent/Teacher conferences, so he tagged along with me to Jackson’s speech therapy...

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