It’s a rough life for an eight year old that can’t eat pizza and ice cream. All those birthday parties with cake? Forget it! I was mom-diagnosed lactose interolerant when I was eight. I tried Lactaid pills for a while, but ultimately would have needed four pills for one scoop of vanilla. For 10 years… Continue reading My journey with food has taken over my life and I’m okay with that.
This post is dedicated to my sister, Molly, for being a fellow grandma (she’s also an old soul). Love you Molly. “Don’t get stuck behind us on our Sunday drive…” It takes more than just staying in on a Friday night to claim you are a grandma. Being a grandma is a state of mind… Continue reading I am a Grandma
I have been trying to move to Bend, Oregon for a year now. This is the place I belong, and I will end up living here one day soon. Positive energy, so many activities, the weather is perfect, and the people are my soulmates. A typical day for me includes bringing up Bend at least three… Continue reading Bend