Haley I
A Different Kind of Tired
This is going to sound whiny to some people out there. It may even be a bit self-indulgent but so are Lululemon leggings and...
Thriving, Not Just Surviving :: A Race Day Change in Perspective
I’m about to be painfully honest. When the executive director of the North Central Alabama Susan G. Komen North chapter, Veronica, asked me if...
Who Is That Woman With Your Husband?
I remember the night that I met my husband face-to-face for the first time. Well, that's probably something that goes without saying, but I...
Permission to Dream Again
I am very soon to leave on an adventure. At 33 years of age, I will pack my bags and board a plane towards...
The Seven Year Itch
I know my anniversary is next Monday kind of like you know you have a dentist appointment coming up soon. The date sounds vaguely...
McDonald’s Moms :: Appreciating My Work BFF and My Spectacular Life as a Working...
Everybody should have a Sarah in their life. My Sarah came into my life two years ago when I started a new job eight...
I Wasted A Day
Two weeks ago, I went for my twenty-second chemotherapy treatment. It has become old hat to show up, be told my bloodwork was great,...
Mourning the Loss of My Never Babies
I had never cried myself to sleep until the night we came home from Bobby’s vasectomy consultation. Let me remind you, I was diagnosed...
When Love Isn’t Romantic
So, a marketing director marries a chicken farmer . . .
It's not the start to some off-color joke. (Or is it?) It's not the script...
Strangers Fed My Son for a Year
It is super fitting and kind of ironic (don'tcha think?) that I am pouring the last bag of breast milk into a bottle for...










