Birthday Bumps

It’s my birthday. And the universe has supplied my birthday bumps without a flaw. The day started with my husband saying he won’t be home for my birthday dinner. Then, while I was getting ready for work, my coworker called to tell me the food bank fridges were down. I said, "be there in 5," …

Life’s Road Rash

I've had an emotional week. So I sit here on this Saturday evening and feel as though I’m sewing closed my wounds. Although once torn open, they never completely close the same. Stitched, but never gone. I was called out about using inappropriate language during a meeting at work (apparently the word addicted is now …