Growing up, I made a lot of assumptions about my dad. Our house sat on a corner lot with a yard large enough for a baseball diamond in th...

I'm old. This is not a realization I've come to lightly, nor am I looking for a groundswell of comments hellbent on convincing m...

Buried within the blogs documenting trials of motherhood, chronic illness, and my crazy life, last year on this date, I wrote a blog post   ...

All of my life I have heard about unconditional love. This love without conditions, without bounds, or repercussions, without debt.  This ...

I am the one percent. Not in a good way. Not in the "I just won the Powerball," way. Not in the "She is definitely good ...

I didn't want to write this post.  A lot of people with better thought out arguments or more researched opinions have already written th...

I've always loved Christmas . More specifically, I've always loved Christmas trees . Maybe it's because I'm from Montana an...