Tucked in at the end of a cul-de-sac sits the most charming Southport classic home just steps away from the...
As I enter the final year of my last child’s high school journey, I find myself taking one very deep breath. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know that writing has always been my escape—the place I go when my heart feels a little too full.
My husband and I have been talking a lot about what’s next. With our eldest entering his third year of college and our “baby” about to graduate high school in just one short year, we’ve been contemplating all sorts of scenarios. Of course, there are so many factors that go into the next chapter but rather than complicate and blur the vision with details, I asked him a few simple questions….
Ever have something gnawing at you but you can't quite put your finger on it? This is me putting it down on “paper” and about to share something pretty personal with you. Writing has always been a cathartic exercise for me. I probably should have tried journaling back in the day but I'm too much of a control freak to start and not finish an entry. So here it goes… unfinished and imperfect.
