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On finding familiarity in oatmeal (the color)

Yesterday I showed my husband two oatmeal colored sweaters I uncovered at a thrift store.

“They’re a little bit different, but I  L O V E them,” I said.

“What is with you and that color? It’s almost as if you think you need more oatmeal colored sweaters,” he laughed.

The first bit will be difficult, so be gentle

Instead, we’re sort of in the thick of implementing our small steps towards the change we want to see. And, I’m realizing that even though we all have varying approaches to the new year, the one consistency everyone experiences together is the painful stretching.

“Pies By Alexis”

A few years ago, my family enacted a rule for Christmas presents. Every gift given had to be homemade. I was thrilled about the idea – it promoted creativity and affordability! My excitement waned when I realized that my creative craftiness had a limit.

Plasma, anyone?

Three years ago, my first experience donating plasma was exhilarating.  The attendant rearranged and organized the plethora of tubing while taking great effort to ensure I…

Wild & Brave

On the Tuesday before Labor Day weekend 2016, I made a spontaneous decision. It had been a month since my last wild adventure and I was…