Me and My #Selfie

Me and My #Selfie

I am like everyone in that I want to look polished, chic, slender, and the rest of the laundry list. My list of insecurities ranks as one of the lengthiest of its kind since middle school. I don’t feel ugly, most of the time, but I do feel way less than what...

Off the Wagon

Not blogging was weird. I did write a blog, but it deleted itself somehow. I should say that going a week without posting a blog was weird. There has been a deluge of poor things happening in my life.  I wish that I could explain and be one of those people who writes...

Cathy-strophic Failure

How do we recover from failed attempts? How do we rebound against waves of the unsuccessful? How to we occupy the space between giving up on one thing and moving on to another? Certainly, there should be time to grieve. But in a world that keeps telling us to not look...

Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...

The Holiday Funk

The holidays are my husband’s favorite time of year. He loves decorating, shopping for gifts, wrapping presents, and seeing people’s faces when they open what he’s gotten them. He loves Christmas trees, Advent calendars, Christmas stories, claymation...