Thrive As You

Since the dawn of time, nothing has inspired more writing than a good breakup.   Romeo and Juliet was kind of a doozy (talk about a break up gone wrong).  Don't even get me started with music.  I mean, would country music even exist without breakups?  Would Taylor Swift's musical career?  I digress. My point is, I've been doing a lot of writing and it's been coming from a place of great hurt and devastation. This morning at church my good friend Scott prayed over me and he took my hands and he looked me square in the eyes and said, "You don't have time for this distraction.  And that's all it is.  A distraction. Let it go."  Then I came home and  called my dad.  But first I cried and snotted all over Scott.  I think after all these weeks I need to buy him a new shirt.   Oh this topic could be a blog in and of itself.  You see Bernie (yup, real name) knew about David all along.  He saw it within the first fi...

No, not the pasta.  OK that too but really -- SPRING!  It has sprung!  I'm 38 years old.  And many a time I've been asked what my favorite season is.  And 100% of the time I've answered, "the fall."  I'm from Michigan.  Born and raised.  And let's be honest, fall in Michigan is awesome.   I love the colors of fall.  I love the way fall feels.  I love the smells.  I love the brisk air.  I love when it's time to break out jeans and warm hoodies and maybe even a scarf.  I ADORE going to cider mills and feeling the dry leaves crackle beneath my feet.  Picking pumpkins and apples has been a tradition in my life for as long as I can remember.... it's just a part of me. But the winters, notsomuch.  So about 4 years ago we packed up the fam and moved to Nashville.  And just this year, I changed my mind. Spring,  is in fact, my favorite season. Not just because it's February and daffodils are alre...