Happy Feet, Happy Hearts

Happy Feet, Happy Hearts
It was 1993 in Fort Gibson, Oklahoma, bare walls streaming rays of light, dancing with my two-year-old son and four-year-old daughter. Silly, goofy dancing. Fingers pointing randomly at the ceiling, feet flexed awkwardly, and our voices raised to the roof, we danced with complete abandon. Sometimes we danced when Daddy was home, but I never... Continue reading

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
I don't love clutter. I never have, much to the chagrin of my in-laws, who I think have finally given up trying to fill my car with the stuff they are trying to clear out as they age. My answer is, “donate it, and not to me.” Every move and there have been many in my marriage, has been preceded by a garage sale and/or a dumpster trip. Everything that's in my house now is there because... Continue reading