Pretty or Pink

Recently home for a few days, I woke up early and wandered around the house.  Memories of the past peaked out from every corner.   It is special to return home-to your childhood spaces.   There is the one heater vent tucked behind the couch that my brother and I would rush to warm ourselves by in the morning-him always beating me out.  The little spiders I engraved on the wall while talking on the phone for hours.  The closet that I knew was the perfect hiding place.  The creepy room, I still don’t like to go in.  Then there are the key holes that are big enough to watch mom wrap our gifts through. Continue reading

Stuck in Drive

I have no business writing a blog.  I spend my day in insurance speak, surgical procedure codes, diagnosis codes, denial codes, dollars and cents. Not exactly inspiring stuff.  Heap on the fact that I turned 40 and lost the ability to verbally communicate.  I’ll be talking to you and loose words mid sentence. Gone, poof!  Left to stutter or trail off,  leaving confusion in my wake. One evening,  I actually spent 10 minutes trying to think of the word “transform” with only an image of a butterfly and the letter “t” to jog my memory.  Ridiculous. Is this some type of stroke? Continue reading

halfBAKED

It was paralyzing, I couldn’t even begin to write! You can not start a blog without a name.  However, every charming title I birthed was already snatched up. The disappointment was real. The frustration drawn out. I needed to start writing something but this name business was bringing me down. I really loved the title,  More Precious than Rubies. With an inspirational title like that, who needed talent? Alas, it was taken.  Determined, I poured over the book of Proverbs looking for a spark, another glittering jewel.

The challenge was simple.  I desired a blog title that was brief, cute, and could communicate every possible theme I could possibly want to share.   Easy enough?  So you can see how I was pleased with myself when an original inspiration hit while putting away my freshly baked pies. Well, they were not freshly baked pies, but they were freshly purchased.  The long awaited name dawned… Half Baked Continue reading