I recently made the decision to start consulting with Pampered Chef. I choose to do this because it was a great way to earn a little extra income, which goes into our savings account for when we move back to Washington. Additionally I choose to start a Pampered Chef business because I love their products … Continue reading Cooking With Cast Iron
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The Art Of Grieving
My dad died 13 years ago. That seems so crazy to say or to even write out. So blunt and impersonal. I have been told that because so much time has passed I should stop feeling weird on August 1st especially because I have lived more then half my life without him. I received my … Continue reading The Art Of Grieving
The Last Memory I have Of My Father (4th of July Weekend 2002)
The sun glared down over tiny dots on the baseball field. We were sitting so high that our noses almost bled. On the bleacher in front of us, a bald man was getting a devilish kiss from the sun. You could hear the roar of anticipation coming from every voice. The section I was in … Continue reading The Last Memory I have Of My Father (4th of July Weekend 2002)
Addiction
People are addictive by nature, some more then others but culturally we are an addictive group. I am talking about more then narcotic abuse. We are addicted to food, exercise, sports, work, perfection, sex, gambling, internet, Facebook, shopping, video games, adrenaline rushes...I could go all day because the list goes on and on. Whether we realize … Continue reading Addiction
Dad’s Advice
I have always thought that the song "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry was a tad morbid. I couldn't wrap my mind around why someone would waste their precious youth thinking about death. But, if I am honest, I have thought a lot about death too. I won't lie to you, when I … Continue reading Dad’s Advice
The Forgotten
In the wonder of it all I dance without a simple love affair. In a daydream the meadows are green and somehow I know that you can no longer love me. There is a fog shadowing the depths of the valley and I see you from afar. The wind blows and my hair covers the … Continue reading The Forgotten