cape wearing mom and family

Where Does Your Help Come From?

I'm not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night,  I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life. There's one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell…

Running on Empty

Much to my husband's dismay, I rarely put gas in my car until there is nothing short of a prayer left in the tank. I consider it efficient time management as I prioritize the tasks on my list. Getting gas becomes the top "to-do" when the warning light comes on. Until then, I have baseball…

Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

Paper, Plastic or Jesus?

It's Encore Week! In looking back over this blog, I decided I wanted to highlight the top posts...the posts with the most views and comments. This one was the most popular and it's also one of my favorite stories. Enjoy... Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, my son had attracted an audience. Proudly I…

But It’s My Favorite Umbrella….

I never, ever have an umbrella when I need it. I mean EVER. I live in Florida where it rains nearly every day and I'm never prepared. I'm always fussing at myself for this lack of preparation, knowing that's totally against my personal code of conduct. It's an outright abomination. So, a few weeks back…

A Black Eye From What?

I was hustling around the kitchen one night and not really listening to the steady stream of words my son was hurling my way. It's not that I was trying to ignore him. Actually, it was quite the opposite. As a finalist for Mother of the Year, I do try to actively participate in these…

Blessed Easter Morn Gone Awry

Colorful center piece for table – check. Easter baskets with appropriate balance of chocolate, sour candy and non edible items – check. New clothes in festive colors for all family members – check. Delicious meal planned – check. Reminding kids of real meaning of Easter – check. Easter photo counseling session for mom – Um,…

I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…

Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my…

Who Am I?

I had just climbed bleachers to watch my daughter’s volleyball practice when I experienced an identity crisis. As crises go it was mild, but as far as questioning the purpose of one’s existence it was intense. First of all, if you’re a mom and your kids plays sports or participate in any other extra-curricular activities,…

Shrimp & Grits Coming Up

There’s a quaint hotel in Savannah, GA where my husband and I enjoy occasional weekend getaways. We love the location, the decor and most of all – the staff. I have been passionate about customer experience throughout my marketing career. I typically display unusual levels of excitement when staff members show they really “get it”.…