I daydreamed for years (and years, and years…) about making the move to Florida. When people (oh so many people) asked why, my simplest answer was, “I want to have lunch at Epcot.” Does the lack of state income tax suck? No. Is the weather beautiful, the community wonderful, the recreation endless, the pace of…
I’ve stood in this very room and done this impossible thing that is a eulogy once before. Last time I was stunned, shell shocked, caught between relief and processing and the mercy of not yet having settled into that new reality. This time I still face the inevitable inadequacy that comes with trying to communicate…
There’s so much anxiety tied to that first post – the amount of backstory needed, the eye catching content, the need to reel you in. So let’s just swan dive into this thing. I’ll give you a quick picture of my awesome dog enjoying a margarita scented bath, courtesy of Philosophy and the good people…