I voted. I live in the State of Oregon where we vote by mail. This means, when our ballots are mailed about three to four weeks in advance, voters can choose to vote much sooner than the actual election date. In the past, my husband and I have chosen to wait for the last minute…
I had a cat. My first cat that I knew from kitten to geriatric. Nieve passed away on February 1, 2015. I’ve wanted to write him a memorial since the day he passed away, but can’t seem to adequately convey how I felt about him and how I will remember him always. Strange how I…
Four years ago today was the darkest moment of my life. The moment my sister's first child came into the world stillborn. The dark came in-without a warning- and it clouded over us- like a nightmare with no end. I'm not sure what was worse- the sadness and unjustifiable truth that Alexander was gone before…
My sister, Trish, has finally convinced me to try the "Whole 30" diet. I realize this is the second diet I have referred to on the blog, but believe it or not- I don't do a lot of diets. I attempt healthy eating when it's convenient but I'm not good on diets. I like sugar too…
I’m feeling grateful for gratitude. I’ve tried to document my daily grateful for each day in November. The process of thinking upon what there is to be grateful for becomes easier as the days pass. I notice myself thinking about my gratitude for cool air, for pug kisses, for time with family, for socks, for…
Today I'm feeling grateful for family. When someone asks me about my family- I always pause before responding. Not because I don't want to share, but because it's an important question to me. I value my entire family- they are some of my closest friends. And I consider some of my non related close friends…
Today I'm grateful for the sweet sound of my two year old niece saying, "Thank you Nina". It's one of the very sweetest sounds imaginable and it's one of her very first phrases learned.
His name is Riley. But I call him Pug. He’s not just any pug. He’s our Pug. He was a puppy when we met him. Four precious weeks. He was the biggest little one of his entire litter. “Wow." We whispered. “He’s a lotta pug." He claimed us when he sat on our laps and…
Never too old for a nap.
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