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One of My Fishing Stories

I began my love for fishing when I was about five years old. I'm sure at least one of my five older siblings taught me to where to find worms, how to bait a hook and cast my line, but I fished for almost a year before catching my first. I spent every available moment... Continue Reading →

Too Many Irons in the Fire

I have days when I'm scrambling to finish everything I've started, and then there are days when I just need a 'down day'. Today was one of those down days, but I've had too much going on to call "Time Out". Tomorrow looks to be slightly busy (and time-consuming) with a Super Bowl Party, but... Continue Reading →

Flipping the Script

I read a TikTok tonight that asked, "What sentence destroyed you but you acted like it didn't hurt you?" And after reading some of the comments, I then went down my own personal rabbit hole. But then I realized two things. First, I immediately relived each of those hurtful moments to the point of tears.... Continue Reading →

In Memory of Toby Keith

So, over my first cup of the day, I read the headline about Toby Keith's passing. This news has had me reflecting most of the day - the memories of his songs and the places I first heard them and the people I was with. Noting the fact that he was younger than I am,... Continue Reading →

PSA, Gas Station Awareness

Several years ago, hot summer night, I was at a local gas station in Carson City, Nevada. I was in the middle of pumping fuel when a woman and her young, pre-teen-looking daughter pulled up in their convertible. The woman went into the convenience store to presumably pay for the gas while her daughter waited... Continue Reading →

Experimenting With Watercolors

I have a huge bin of art supplies. It has so many different mediums that it has sat in the corner, gathering dust while I decided which one to start with. We're talking several years of collecting and storage here, but yesterday I finally got out the watercolor paints. I have watched video after video... Continue Reading →

I DO care, but I may not MIND

Years ago, I was married to a guy who had children from a previous marriage. I had two of my own and both sets of children were comparing notes one day. I overheard my daughter telling her new stepsister that she had chores to do. My daughter: My mom makes me make my bed every... Continue Reading →

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