One lump or two

February 8, 2013January 12, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Opening one eye a mere slit, the view told her she wasn’t still sitting on Vivian’s couch. Pauley’s first thought was she needed to stop drinking Vivian’s tea, and the second was she needed to punch Vivian in the face. Rising on her elbows, Pauley’s looked around the guest room. Alone in the King-sized bed, … Continue reading One lump or two

Patchwork skies

February 7, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 16 Comments

The sun melts away the dark clouds, revealing bright blue skies above the gloom. When it looks the bleakest, seek out the light. *Photo venue: fishing pier near Choctaw Beach, FL

Pocket full of pebbles

February 7, 2013January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I’m not sure what it is about me, but I often feel that I am some sort of confessional magnet. Maybe it’s my perceived zen-esque attitude, or how I talk about my family, or... who knows what, but people tend to tell me things like I’m an Internet bartender. Deep things, ‘this shit is getting … Continue reading Pocket full of pebbles

One step at a time

February 6, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

The path to happiness isn’t paved with gold. There are no guides directing me to take the right fork in the road, no rest stops to help me recharge and refocus, no gas stations offering fuel when I’m short on energy and enthusiasm. The road is riddled with pot holes and peril, busted asphalt and … Continue reading One step at a time

Broken bones

February 5, 2013January 31, 2020 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

It’s been two full days, and our new fur kid, Asta, is assimilating nicely. She’s not as shy, coming to us when we call, and letting us pet and hold her. She’s playfully interacting with our older dog, Hershey, and seems comfortable in her new home. One reason we were so charmed by her, is … Continue reading Broken bones

B as in Blue

February 4, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 21 Comments

When my children were young, every fall we’d pick up school supply lists and make our annual trek to Office Depot, filling our cart with No.2 pencils, wide-rule notebook paper, and 24-count boxes of Crayolas. The kids have outgrown supply lists, but I still love crayons and coloring books, and I don’t share.