Two things I know for sure...stuff happens...when you least expect it. You can either laugh or cry. AND the biggest lesson learned is there is still grace in spite of it all. My computer took a dive and breathed its last breath. I sat horrified. There was no warning, no burp or cough...just...silence. I felt like Alexander having a horrible, no good, terrible day but mine was magnified times 2 million. J wrapped his arms around me and said, "Honey, I'm sorry your day isn't going well. Is there something I can do to make it better?" The grouchy me said, "I just want to punch a wall." The loving, sweetheart J said, "Here, just punch me and you'll feel better." I told him, "Nope. It would make me feel worse...way worse. I can't and won't hurt you." (Although my punch would've probably felt like a flea tickling him.) So, he held me for a minute and the phone rang. In a minute, my bad day began to take a turn ...

She waits, patiently, looking out the window. The pillows on the couch are flattened but she’s okay as long as she has a clear window view of the outside. She hears the car engine coming closer and her ears perk up. “My daddy is home!” She sits up, peering out the window, tail wagging until his key turns in the door. Within seconds, she’s at his heels, barking for his attention. He picks her up and says, “Hi, Pretty Girl!” She sighs and settles into his lap. “My daddy is home!” Selah is the “furbaby” in this story. She has been with me through my first marriage, divorce, moving from one location to another and finally, a place where she has found happiness and contentment. As corny as this may sound, I believe animals know, with keen intuition if it’s safe to fall in love – head over heels in love. Selah has jumped in – all four paws and discovered what it’s like to be treasured by not only her mommy but also, her new daddy. The keys jingle and she knows t...

My twin sister and I started a ritual when we were very young of waking up in the morning and asking each other, “What did you dream?” Sometimes, the dreams were scary! Other times, they were goofy and silly. We would laugh and ask questions like, “Then what did you do? Were you scared? Where was I?” It was a normal part of our childhood. Now that I’m 48, I’ve discovered that my childhood wasn’t at all normal. Don’t get me wrong; it was good, in fact, great BUT it wasn’t typical of most childhoods. I had my twin sister to share my thoughts, fears, wishes and dreams with. With her, I could be quiet and shy or obnoxious and loud. I could ask stupid curious questions or share my new found discoveries. I see how much my dreams have changed over the years. I still sometimes dream that I’ve lost my car in the parking lot and can’t seem to locate it but I also dream dreams that realistically, I want more than anything for them to happen. One of those dreams is to write full-time, usin...

I haven't seen the movie, Bosses as of yet although I've heard that it is worth watching. My hesitance is that although some of the movie may be of the comedic variety, I've lived that life with a former boss not long ago. The names are changed to save embarrassment for her stupidity and abusive treatment (even though if she's reading this, she knows exactly who she is.) At the place I call The Place, were people who were there who honestly had the desire to work and of course, make money to provide for their families. I was one of those people who had a wonderful immediate supervisor who I came to highly respect and look forward to talking with. But, looming behind was the Footstomper, the GM of the company. FS (Footstomper) wore heavy shoes so that when she walked, EVERYONE heard her coming. She claimed that she was a Bad A--(mule) but personally, she was close to be satan's twin, and I don't say that in exaggeration. FS screamed and yelled at people, includin...