So, packing is the worst. Based on the amount of bags and boxes that have left my house over the last couple of days, you’d think I was a hoarder.  Which I’m totally not.  Unless you count gym clothes.  Seriously, I had SIXTY FIVE workout tank tops. Who do I think I am?? I’ve made … More Wide Open Spaces

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show…. or at least, this blog. After 16 years, my Prince Charming has yet to show up and kiss away Maleficent’s sleeping curse…. So, I’m moving.  You’d think as … More Leavin’ on a jet plane…

For those who want to know … it’ll all be here.