Apparently, we have moved from the rainy season in Ohio straight into the sweltering heat of summer. I had other things on my mind, so the two…

Mother’s Day 2020 is going to be yet another holiday steeped with frustration (for me) and to some degree, melancholy. I am unhappy that I won…

I should have known better. More than a month ago, my hair was almost to the point where I needed to break down to get it cut. A task which ha…

We are on week three of the Stay at Home order by our local government. Each day the news briefing by the governor and his staff shares grim r…

We are still being held hostage by this stupid Covid 19 virus. Adjustments regarding personal space are being made and it seems like the whole…

It has been a wild week. Due to the risks of spreading the coronavirus, our office has canceled two of our largest conferences. It’s a huge di…

I don’t know about you, but I am starting to feel like today is day 217 of a hostile hostage situation. I know it is only the last week of Feb…

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Valentine’s Day: the holiday that celebrates love, passion, adoration, etc. Just the thought of it makes me feel out of sorts. While most peop…

The Super Bowl has come and gone. Despite the confusing name, the team from Missouri won; which is good because the people from that area need…

One of my favorite parts on living the rural life is the drive. Don’t get me wrong — it is a complete pain to have to go 20 miles to buy diape…

As an adult who is privileged to work with student leaders, I often find myself in ridiculous situations. Mostly, they are of my own making fr…

Happy New Year. Time to review the old lifestyle and plan on improvements; or so I’ve been told. I have accomplished one New Year resolution, …

There is something utterly magical about holiday lights. The ones orchestrated and professionally organized at businesses and parks are beauti…

One of the things no one ever mention when becoming a parent is how you wind up revisiting everything from your own formative years. Holidays …

Our little guy, Sparky, has had a big week. He turned the ripe old age of three, met some cousins and had a party of sorts. It was a “no gift”…

The Thanksgiving holiday approaches. Many of us will be cooking and cleaning or preparing to travel to another’s home. This year will be a tou…