I may just go insane. It’s December and I’m already starting to panic.
In a whirlwind, we blew in the door this week after a long Thanksgiving trip with family. Two days of laundry, unpacking, working, meal planning – just trying to catch back up with life. One holiday down, another to go. The clock is ticking and the to-do list is growing a mile long.
It’s December 1st and my house is still full of pumpkins and leaves. No decking the halls, no Christmas tree, no fa-la-la-la-la. The calendar is chock-full of Christmas parties to plan, cookies to bake, cards to order, gifts to wrap, lists to make, stockings to stuff and friends to see. Continue reading

Last week my cousin spent the day chasing plywood and supplies all over town in preparation for Hurricane Matthew. Store shelves were sparse, gas stations drained, and Home Depot was like Black Friday with the amount of frantic pushing and shoving.
When you retreat to a quiet place, it’s amazing how loud everything becomes upon re-entry.
Don’t worry. Easier said than done.
At some point in our lives we will all experience a tragedy, a physical illness, the death of a loved one or the loss of a dream.
I’m not gonna lie. If there’s one day I dread each year, it’s Father’s Day.