Have you ever seen mistletoe growing organically? Like, in the wild?

I have. A few years ago, I started noticing bunches of green in the branches of trees that had recently lost their leaves. I had no idea what it was, so I started asking around. One friend told me it was mistletoe.

We were in Hawaii, and it was raining. A lot. The forecast called for rain the entire week we were there.

I stood in my family room, looking at the freshly washed windows I had once loved. Something was wrong. Where was the light?

I was shopping in Bath and Body Works a couple of weeks ago. I was wandering around, picking up some of my favorite things and smelling new lotions. Predictably, a saleswoman came up and asked if she could help me? I told her what I was looking for and she sprang into action.

When I was 8 years old, I contracted Chicken Pox. I was very sick, and although I ultimately recovered, I came out of it with a new illness that would never leave. This new condition was a huge obstacle for me. My new life had lots of doctor appointments and tests and medications. I hated all of it and wished so badly that I would be cured. I wasn’t.

The process of becoming is messy.

It was late, and I walked outside to get my cat. He wasn’t coming when I called, so I brought my dog, Bailey, out with me.

One of my favorite life coaches, Jody Moore, wore a shirt that said World’s Okayest Mom across the front. I loved it so much…

My kids had a few days off of school for fall break in October 2017. We decided to drive to Albuquerque, New Mexico and go the hot air balloon festival that weekend.

I love a good story. I love funny stories, heartbreaking stories, and all the ones in between. I probably love telling stories even more. In the last couple of weeks, I have been thinking a lot about stories, but not in the typical sense.

I broke my foot when I was 13. The next day, I showed up late for school with a cast on my leg and crutches under my arms. I must have looked fairly helpless because I had several offers of help.