My Happy Place

“If you had told me five years ago we would be going on a cruise, I would have laughed at you and told you that was for ‘rich folk'”, Joe says as he flips his suitcase open with his finger and begins to pack. That statement makes me construct an image of us now and…

This morning when Joe was getting up to go to work I mumbled incoherently “I’ve been to hell and back in one night”. Yes, I am a drama queen and that was an overstatement, but it was pretty awful. Any parent can relate to this: Last night, just as I drifted off to sleep after…

We’re not thrill-seekers. We usually take one vacation a year. We leave our small town less than six times a year for the bigger cities nearby. We avoid crowds.   We see maybe two-three movies in the theater a year. We don’t go out to eat often. Entertainment is watching a dvd, a trip to the…

Wow. Wow. Wow. This just blew me away. I’ve always loved Carrie and this performance is just truly astounding….a “go down in history” kind of performance.  Carrie was most definitely shining…and so in her happy place! You can see the beautiful sincerity in her face and eyes.

I don’t advocate giving cats baths; it’s usually unnecessary. Percy, however, is 1/2 Persian with very long hair and he became infested with fleas early, early in the flea season. I thought the Frontline flea treatment would work better if we killed the live fleas first. I’ve flea bathed probably a 100 or more cats…

“Mom, you know why I believe in the Easter Bunny? Because you couldn’t have hidden such a great basket with all of this stuff in your room! I know because I looked everywhere!”—Lydia, age seven. There is a lot of controversy among Christians about this particular holiday…and so I’m curious…where do you fall on the…

“Is there any way you can get your feet out of the shot?” “Oh, drats….move her away from the poop….” “Oh. my. word! Don’t let her get away….okay…I think I’ve got it….” “Nope. I missed that one. Let’s try again.” Taking photos of the local Humane Society animals is exhausting! It’s also rewarding. Every Monday…

This morning my seven-year-old daughter, Lydia, helped me feed the chickens and gather the eggs.  This is what I heard outside of the chicken coop: “Mom, there are four eggs.” “No, I’m sorry, Mom…I was mistaken…there are five.” “Mom, I found one under Aunt Bea. That is her name, isn’t it? Am I correct?” What…

Shaking out the pastel yard flag and looking closely at the big fluffy white cartoon bunny with gardening tools and carrots, I actually laughed out loud. I was so ridiculously *happy* and over something so simple and silly. Before we go any farther, you must know–if you had told me five years ago that I…

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