I don’t let just anyone call me awful nicknames

Only my kindred spirit, Audrey. I believe my big sisters tried to do so, but with little success. None of their monikers stuck. I’m still here and Audrey is not. Her awful nickname for me is still here also. And there must be a reason for that. I met Audrey at the ripe old age…

Eyes wide open, please

I have forgotten so many details of the day but him I remember—Jack Bauer.  He was an eye opener. I’d been sent on behalf of my school to a leadership conference. I was in high school, a freshman—maybe a sophomore. I’d been there long enough for the administration to see this was my niche. Scholarship…

Focus. Anchor. Breathe.

When you lose an anchor in life, if you’re smart, you look for another one. If you’re wise, you make yourself that anchor. Any regular reader of my blog knows my father passed away last summer and my sister is battling Stage IV ovarian cancer. I was going to make this entry lighthearted and then…