Ugh. It stinks.Summer Writer's Block.I'm living it right now.I have three posts in draft form in my batter's circle and I simply cannot push publish on any of them.They just don't mesh with what I feel like saying or sharing right now.One of them is a book list that's unfinished.You'd be surprised at how much work book list posts are.I know, I'm not trying to say oh-woe-is-me. I
Kids.They hit the soft spots.They don't mean to.And yet. They. Just. Do.They say these things and just hit exactly where it hurts - with no ill intentions - just the innocence of children.As you know, my daughter is at grandparent camp.I talk to her every day. Or, I should say, every night.And she gets me every time.She's doing great.Having an incredible time.Loving life.
It's officially summer.Ask me how I know.It's not because of the higher than high temps.North Carolina has had those for months now.And it's not that big ole bright ball in the sky.That thing comes and goes as it pleases.But it's time to pack.It's time to get my daughter all set up for her trip to her grandparents.She heads up to see them for a huge chunk of the summer.And
Let's be real - you're headed to your first blogging conference and you have 957 things on your mind. I hear you. I was you. I've been you. I even AM you.It's not my first conference, I've been to several. And I've even written lists like this before.So, you may be asking, why am I writing another one?I don't know - likely because I need my own current packing list - and what better
I am a girl without a father.Father's Day is tomorrow and I am, currently, a girl without a father.A woman, sure. But when I think of my dad I am and will always be a girl.A young girl at that.I had a father.Don't get me wrong.I had him for forty-one years of my life.Forty-one? Two? Do I even remember how old I was when he left us?Do I even know how old I am now?My father