Capture This Moment With Your Mind’s Eye Not Your Camera’s

Young Shannon is not impressed, but she did dress to match her decorations.

I often find myself so overwhelmed by the beauty of something I feel like I might actually explode. I used to figure this was probably weird until I read a passage in an outstanding book about introverts┬áthat referred to a subset of people who are also "highly sensitive". It said, "...you're more apt than the… Continue reading Capture This Moment With Your Mind’s Eye Not Your Camera’s

What Your Teenage Self Didn’t Know About The Person You’ve Become

Goodnight, sun. Thanks for a great day!

Sweatpants. Other than "nap", "pizza", and "chocolate", few words have the ability to bring the type of joy to me that "sweatpants" does. Sweatpants mean comfort, relaxation, warmth, and comfort. Did I say that already? When I walk in the door of my house, I take off my shoes and coat and walk directly to… Continue reading What Your Teenage Self Didn’t Know About The Person You’ve Become

The Big Events Are Big, But The Little Events Aren’t Little

The stove is ready, bring on the eggs!

Today would have been my mom's 61st birthday. The second birthday since she passed away. I debated whether to write something to commemorate this day. Not that I wouldn't be thinking about my mom today, on the contrary, she's been on my mind even more than usual, I just wasn't sure what to write. I… Continue reading The Big Events Are Big, But The Little Events Aren’t Little

The Flower Bed Saga Part Two: Rise Of The Weeds

Oh, the grand schemes! Oh, the high hopes of sunny spring days! Oh, the reality of my lack of follow-through. You know the feeling. Summer stretches out before you like a lazy river in your mind as you float downstream in a mental inner tube. The whole world seems possible. You will build a grand… Continue reading The Flower Bed Saga Part Two: Rise Of The Weeds

Enjoy Your Metaphorical Giant Snowflakes

I am just as anxious as the next person for Spring to quit messing around and finally allow the weather to match the calendar. I want to ride the new bicycle I bought, rejuvenate my long forgotten flower beds, and not have to carry a scarf and gloves everywhere I go. But this noon when… Continue reading Enjoy Your Metaphorical Giant Snowflakes