Archive for the ‘Entertainment & Media’ Category

April 14th, 2015

On Being Late…


I don’t remember my high school curfew, but I know I was late a lot. Sometimes I didn’t make it home until sunrise. My dad no longer lived with us and my mom didn’t have it so easy with me. It was the 80’s so it’s not like I could text her. I feel bad now for worrying my mom, but back then, I didn’t care. Unfortunately for me—she did, so I got grounded a lot. It’s OK. Usually the punishment was worth the good time. Keep reading this post »

March 27th, 2015

4 New Games For Your Kids


Are your kids sick of playing School? Are they done fighting over who gets to be the dog when they play House? Are you scared for them to play Doctor? Sounds like it’s time to step up the game options so, in the spirit of Pretend Play, my 5 and 7 year old daughters and I have come up with 4 new games for your kids to play: Keep reading this post »

August 28th, 2014



Last month my 7 year old daughter, Frankie, got stung by a bee. The story goes that the bee was buzzing around her but she stayed really still and he left, but then he came back and without her knowing he hid inside her pants until she was inside, waited until she was happily sitting on her sister’s bed playing some game or something, and he stung her on the leg.

It hurt my daughter when she got stung. Poor kid. Getting stung by a bee hurts. I haven’t been stung since I was a kid myself, but I remember it NOT fondly, and if I could go through life without it ever happening again, that would be great.

But let’s be honest, getting stung by a bee isn’t the worst thing ever. There are worse things. I gotta believe getting something cut off, like a finger, would be worse. Keep reading this post »

July 21st, 2014

Mailbag Monday!


Welcome to the third installment of “Mailbag Monday!“


Below are the topics/questions that were sent in and up for discussion this week. Feel free to agree, disagree, add on, whatever you want.

First Topic:

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July 9th, 2014

6 Things I Learned From a 38 Special Concert


A few months ago one of my girlfriends (let’s call her “Fly”) got a new car—one of those really cool new jeeps. The jeep had 38 miles so, I don’t know why, but I started calling it “The 38 Special.” (Oh, I guess I do know why.) Anyway, right after Fly bought the car, she and “The 38 Special” went on a road trip.

After that trip, Fly went on a bunch of other road trips, but her last one ended in Northern Michigan, where she will be staying all summer. That’s great for me because that‘s where I am. (I live at an overnight camp for kids.) Outside of the people who work at camp (they are always busy and working) I have no friends up here. Fly being here means I have someone fun to go out with because sometimes I feel the need to leave camp and do things, like see a 38 Special concert. Keep reading this post »

July 1st, 2014

You’re Not Alone VIII


These posts are usually better for the ladies, but if you’re a boy, you can still read it. You probably just won’t like it that much.


I’m not saying these are all about me. I’m just saying if you feel the same, or you have done it too, you’re not alone.

You’re not alone if…

…when you try to use your DVD or TV, you have to say the steps OUT LOUD because there is a lot to do and it is very confusing.

…you stop in the middle of exercising to get a snack.

…you don’t comment on someone’s social media post, not because you don’t have something to say, but because you don’t want to get a full day of notifications that have nothing to do with you. Keep reading this post »

June 17th, 2014

“My Writing Process” Blog Roll Tour



When Kay Bratt, the child advocate and highly acclaimed author, asked me if I wanted to do a “Blog Roll,” of course I agreed. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was honored that she thought of me. Plus, I could never say “No” to her; she is the talented author of Silent Tears (among other amazing books…)

Silent Tears: A Journey of Hope in a Chinese Orphanage by Kay Bratt ...

I remember reading Silent Tears years ago and I was so inspired that I put some random FB post up about it and then I went into Frankie’s room and woke her up and hugged her tight. I thought Kay Bratt was the most amazing person. How crazy is it that she is actually in my life FOR REAL now? Keep reading this post »

June 8th, 2014

I Am Who I Am (Disclaimer)


When my daughter, Frankie, was in kindergarten, she asked me how to spell FREELOADER for a homework assignment. I thought it was funny so I put it on my Facebook wall.

This prompt was rather presumptuous, wouldn't you say?

After the photo went up, someone very special sent it to the right person and it went viral. If you’re not familiar, here’s one of the links (but come back after you’re done!)

Frankie’s online presence was a fun time for our family, especially Frankie. She got a little bummed when her piece was introduced on TV and the host assumed she was a boy— but still, she enjoyed her early moments of online fame. Frankie’s homework made a lot of people smile, but not everyone. Keep reading this post »

May 5th, 2014

The Camp Director’s Wife


My husband, Cody, is one of the owners/directors of an overnight camp for kids in Northern Michigan. Every year, Cody moves up to camp at the end of April to start setting up. My girls (4 and 7 years old) and I visit when we can, but we can’t move up for good until school is out. We may only live there during the summer, but it’s a part of our lives all year round. It’s not just a job, it’s our lifestyle and part of who we are. And we are very lucky.

But with that lifestyle comes responsibility. Because we work with kids, we are role models, whether we want to be or not. For me, it was an appointed position. I never filled out an application, there was no interview, I got in by marriage and the position, quite honestly, was one I was not completely prepared for. Keep reading this post »

April 25th, 2014

Learning Curve


I messed up.

I’m not even sure how to start, it was just one of those things that while it was happening I never even considered that there would be repercussions. I never thought twice about it. Does that make me a narcissist? Maybe I’m on overload? Lazy? Stupid?

I don’t know. You tell me. This is what happened: Keep reading this post »