Hi everyone! Today I thought I'd share a story recently published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game. "Head Over Heels" describes one of my most memorable dates with Curt. Of all things, we went skiing. But there was just one problem ... I had no idea how...
Open Doors
Paula Sands & Me I've never cared about being the center of attention. The mere thought of public speaking makes my hands sweat and heart race. In fact, I’m perfectly content spending time alone with my thoughts in my nice, peaceful office. There. I've said it. I...
O Holy Night
After eight years of marriage, I thought my husband knew me better. I was wrong. It all began when our pastor asked everyone in our small congregation to participate in the annual Christmas program. Not being one who enjoys the spotlight, I cringed. Maybe I could just...
My Front Row Friend
"Maybe Grace scrutinized the newsletter with a critical eye, but she always looked for the best in me." Today on the blog I'm sharing my story about a very special (yet unexpected) friendship. This story was recently published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just Us...
I Met Him at Halftime
The crowd goes nuts. I glance up from my book and watch the excitement on the TV. Crazy football fans with painted faces leap out of their seats, cheering and high-fiving anyone within reach. The announcer hollers and throws his hands in the air. “What an amazing...
The Honeymoon is Over
Some days I just love writing. I love it when a great idea hits me as I’m driving down the road or vacuuming the living room. It’s a wonderful thing. I literally get goose bumps. (I know, it doesn’t take much to excite me!)I love it when my creative juices start...
A Model for my Marriage
My gpa was behind the wheel, Curt's gpa rode shotgun One of my favorite memories from our wedding day was the ride to the reception. It was a beautiful day. A little breezy. Especially in the back of a 1909 Model T Ford. Curt and I laughed as I grabbed my veil, trying...
Getting a Grip on my Worries
My sweaty palms have nothing to do with the steamy afternoon temperatures. How did I let my husband talk me into this? One minute I’m nibbling on a funnel cake, and the next, standing in line for the wildest ride at the park. I plop into the seat and lower the padded...
The Little Things
It was a typical weekday morning. Madison knocked on our bathroom door, her hair dripping wet from the shower. “Come on over,” I said, grabbing the hair dryer. “I don’t want you going outside with a wet head.” We stood for a few minutes, making silly faces in the...
Head Over Heels
You know what? I've noticed something about social media since this whole Covid-Crap began. People are stepping out of their comfort zones to encourage each other. Surely it's not just happening in my social circles. I've seen people playing the piano, singing songs,...
I’m Back! (and “Busted”)
Well, hello. Hello? Is there anybody out there? I know. It's been a long time since I've shown my face around these parts. Honestly, it's not you. It's me. You see, I've been writing, just not here. Lately I've been pouring every bit of my creative energy into writing...
Writing, Motherhood & Learning to Let Go
I must admit, my emotions have been a little crazy since my middle daughter graduated from high school last weekend. Yep. Unbelievable. It feels like we just sent my first daughter off to college and now--here we go again--learning to let go of daughter...