Holy Hair Flair

I feel like I am missing a word. Like it should read, “Holy Hair Flair, Batman!” Maybe that’s just showing my age. But that really has nothing to do with my story! A friend of mine is headed to Africa, to coastal Kenya, in a few short weeks. I’ve sent her with an extra special present:…

Stats & Search Engines

I’m still learning about this blogging thing. I enjoy writing – that doesn’t take a lot of effort. And I’ve gotten used to whipping out my phone to take pictures when something strikes me as humorous or blog-worthy so I have some visual interest to my posts. But the web design and “blogging back end”…

Sole Mates

I’m missing a sock. Half of my favorite pair of running socks. I love them because they’re different. Bright green. Snazzy – with a little extra flair. And Functional – so they don’t slip down my heel mid-run. But one has been missing for weeks. She ran away after her last time in the laundry.…

Extroverts and Introverts

Am I an introvert or an extrovert? I’d wager that if I took a poll, that the vast majority of people who know me would think that I am a solid, decided, end-of-the-spectrum extrovert. But they’d be wrong. I am whole-heartedly an introvert. I love alone time. I am most recharged by down time by…

Matriargacy

My grandmom is turning 80 years old today. I was asked to choose a few words to best describe my grandmother. I’ve thought about it all week. I’ve dealt with head-pounding, finger-tightening writers block for which there is no pill, no cure. How do you take 80 years (or in her case, “Turning 29 for…