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Why Should I Care About Kim and Kanye’s Story?
Please see the update at the bottom of the article. So, my publicist said that I should write about the current situation between almost-divorced Kim Kardashian and Kanye West. Mentally, I facepalmed. I’m on a strict gossip diet. Like, if gossip were food, my body fat percentage would be 4%. (Oh, if only gossip were food.) Why should I care about Kim and Kanye’s story? But she knows me, and I trust her. So, I started reading, and believe me; I had to do a lot of reading to get caught up. I get it now. Now, I don’t know the details of what’s happening. Most of what gossip mags…
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It’s Harder to Receive Than to Give
I almost dropped a Hail Mary pass this week. I know, I’ve never caught a football in my life! But it’s the perfect metaphor for what happened with my husband this week. I ran smack into the realization that it’s harder to receive than to give. In a 1975 playoff game, the Dallas Cowboys were down 14 to 10 against the Minnesota Vikings. With only twenty-four seconds left on the clock in the fourth quarter, Cowboys’ quarterback Roger Staubach threw a winning, miracle pass to wide receiver Drew Pearson. Staubach said that when he threw the ball to Pearson, “I closed my eyes and said a Hail Mary.” This play…
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Give Experiences Instead of Gifts This Valentine’s Day
The results are in. Many of us, especially millennials, are choosing experiences over things. I’m no millennial, and I do like my things. But my husband and I have often commented that those things we own, if not careful, can sometimes hold us. They take our time, make us anxious, and can be taken away. I think my millennial friends might be onto something. My husband and I love to reminisce; when we do, it’s about our experiences. So, I thought I’d explore ways to give experiences instead of gifts this Valentine’s Day. Get ready to fall in love with these fun date ideas. 1. Take a class together.…
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Until Death Do Us Part
My Dad died since we spoke last. It’s been two weeks, two days, and nine hours since I received the call. I’ve spent a lot of time pondering my Dad’s life and what it meant. It’s funny how you don’t think about those things in everyday life. Well, until death do us part. It’s a victorious story, and particularly relevant with Valentine’s Day upon us. I’ve written about the moment when I met my husband’s parents at age eighteen. I’ve explained how it marked me forever because it showed me what a healthy marriage looked like for the very first time, and it set me on a path toward achieving…
