Moving Mess

The phrase “We’re moving” wears me out. The mental agility necessary to sort, organize, pack, label, number, create a database (so, I’m a melancholy computer nerd a times) of what hides within each box makes me so weary I can hardly bang two thoughts together. The last time we moved… Read more“Moving Mess”

My Life’s a Mess (but that’s OK)

FMF – Mess The five-minute-Friday prompt, which triggers a five-minute unedited writing spree for many women who choose to join, made me laugh out loud. Oh how this one is tailor made just for me. Mess. That would be me. My son is getting ready to go camping with a… Read more“My Life’s a Mess (but that’s OK)”