Month: September 2021

Negative tests, fried chicken, and a new day.

These are challenging times for a hypochondriac. The end is always one sneeze away, but the pandemic has made that even more of a challenge. Since the pandemic, I go out in the world, a few days later I’m home and a sore throat, body chills begin. I go get tested. The good news is …

Be a King!

My husband calls me KING. It’s become our pet name for each other. The other day I got off the scale and rushed into the bedroom and said, “I’m down to 215lbs.” “KING!” he proclaims and then makes this motion of putting a crown on my head. It’s adorable and just what I need in …

Coffee, thoughts, and candles on a gloomy Sunday.

I’m feeling very nostalgic, melancholy lately; it happens to me on Sunday mornings. I wake up, my husband goes to church, I light a candle, read a book, and get lost in my thoughts. I’m sure people wonder why I don’t go to church with my husband, and the truth is that spirituality is different …