The Bratty Princess

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” My sister probably just had a heart attack when she read that title. Come now, dearie. Do you have to jump to that conclusion? Would I really do something like that? Just because one of your nicknames is “Princess?” Ok, fine, I’ve been known to be a horrible sister at times. … More The Bratty Princess

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Less Stress!

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” My goodness… what a year this is turning out to be!! Lately my life has been taking turns I never expected it to, and I’ve found myself going places and doing things I never would have dreamed of a year or so ago. Makes me think of one of my favorite … More Less Stress!

Beaten Down Men

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” That’s “Beaten” down men, NOT “Beating” down men. I know some of you women are disappointed. So I want to know: what on earth have we women done to men?! I’m serious. This is dreadful. Last week I was up in the mountains of NH with some of my siblings. We … More Beaten Down Men

Food & Hospitals (& Hospital Food – AHHH!) (My “Health Journey,” Part 3)

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” Woohoo! Part 3! The end is almost in sight!! Yeah, that’s a lie. The end is nowhere near being in sight. But you are almost caught up on the “brief overview from when it all started to where I am now.” That’s gotta count for something, right? So it was late … More Food & Hospitals (& Hospital Food – AHHH!) (My “Health Journey,” Part 3)

Being Stretched

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I feel like a dude. Correction: 6 hours ago I felt like a dude. I was standing on the porch roof of a mansion, drenched in sweat, fried to a crisp, and covered with paint. (Since then I’ve climbed down off the roof, gone home, showered, and changed my clothes. So … More Being Stretched

Bragging Rights

My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” Tomorrow is my little sister’s graduation. Oh, stop it… I can sense that look on your face. You’re thinking “homeschool graduation?” and picturing a bunch of smelly, bearded hicks dressed in overalls (with no shirts or shoes) sitting around picking on banjos and whooping it up: “Yee haw! Naomi done gradjated … More Bragging Rights