Sometimes words are hard, and that’s okay. I very much struggled with feeling overwhelmed on Sunday, and didn’t accomplish much beyond going to visit Papaw in the hospital. I didn’t even manage to drag my rear to church.
Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is the word “Secret.” What follows only loosely relates. I neither want to dwell on Papaw’s situation, nor over share, so perhaps 5 minutes of free writing is the perfect solution to prevent both.
While not on the blog, I have kept up with my the influencing moments of my life consistently over the past few years. Summarized in single words, or phrases shorter than a tweet, each day I add a couple of entries into my gratitude journal. Continue reading
I feel like all my stories start this way – picture it 2017. A fun story Brooke never got around to blog about, but is crucial information for a #100daysofawkwardadventures post. Continue reading
Wednesday night I sacrificed 3 hours of sleep because of a love dating back decades. Yes, I did stay up to watch the Yankees win an incredible comeback series. No, I don’t regret it. Mostly.
Comments people leave in vacation rental guest books fascinate me. What made the highlight reel for their vacation and how did it differ from the experiences of others who have visited the same location?
Like any good southern girl, I’ve always addressed my father as Daddy. Whether I’m speaking to him, or just about him to someone else, I consider it his proper name. A friend once pointed out that since he isn’t her father, I should refer to him as “my daddy” but it just never took.