I am going to venture out there and say that only in a southern Louisiana parish are you going to find two deputies directing traffic. That doesn’t sound like anything out of the ordinary to you. Well, it might, if you witnessed what I witnessed while driving the children to school this bright, sunny, average school morning. There is an inordinate amount of traffic in a small area these days due to construction. There is…"It takes two baby….."
It all began sometime around dusk yesterday afternoon. As we left for church, my instincts were telling me to kennel the dogs in the garage; the other conscience (my husband) was telling me to leave them in the outside play yard. That is where they were, their outside pen. That was not where they were when we got back. I have a little Garden House out back with a little white picket fence yard. The…"The Jail Break March 12, 2011"
I think we all have those moments in which we claim our parents scarred us for life; I know I have a few. I was having a conversation with a friend on Face Book and the conversation worked its way around to food (don’t all our conversations do this?) Friends were making comments after reading my blog on eating oysters for breakfast and chasing them down with hot cocoa. This led to discussions on the…"Has Something Scarred You for Life?"
6/17/2010 As I was walking this morning, as I do most mornings, my thoughts began to wander as they so often do. We’ve all had these moments; a time when our brain is searching for something to think about. Before my mind had time to settle on a topic, a police cruiser zoomed by, racing south on the highway; its sirens jolting me back to the here and now, thus causing me to cringe until…"The Morning Time Stood Still"
Today is Valentine’s Day and of course, my first thought was of my husband (it could be the snoring alerted me to his presence and that is why he was my first thought.) He truly is my Prince Charming. He literally rode in on a white horse fifteen years ago (his police cruiser was white) in the darkest moment of my life and swept me off my feet. He brushed the tears from my cheeks…"A Love Letter to my Husband"
I have a friend who is going through a divorce, and she was thinking about going out to a bar with her cousin. She was quite young when she married and expressed curiosity about the whole “going out” bar scene. Just talking to her brought back some funny memories of when I went through my own divorce. I was not interested in the bar scene (was not interested in the man scene), but my sister…"Life After Divorce – The Bar Scene – Take 1"