When we wipe off the lipstick and shake off the sugar…
we realize our lives are extremely complicated.
Will you find a story similar to yours?
Do you find yourself exhausted, frustrated, with not enough hours in the day? Read on, my friend, because I am letting you off the hook, giving you a hall pass, writing you the excuse of a lifetime!read more
I’ve attended more funerals than I care to remember, each one painful but different. I once attended the service of a homeless man named Roger who was dear to our church. As with most services, the pastor gave those in attendance a chance to say a few words about him. I remember sitting there thinking how awkward this was going to be. I have been to funerals where no one wanted to speak—how could anyone have anything to say about a homeless man?read more
My story….those two words seem to spark an odd feeling in me. I struggle with my story daily. I grew up one of 4 children in an abusive home. I don’t say abusive lightly, it was mental and physical and it was scary. But no one ever saw that.read more
We lost our businesses, our house, and while this was happening, both of my parents were battling cancer. It was a time I will never forget. You don’t easily forget the nice, elderly man that had to come to your house multiple times to collect past due on the light bill.read more
I found out through the sour grapevine that my hubby was recently involved in certain bachelor party shenanigans that he failed to disclose to me.read more