My eyes felt like it was morning before I even opened them. I wanted to open them, but I also wanted to keep them closed so I couldn’t face the fact that it was almost time to get up. My eyes slowly started to open. With each blink, my eyes started to come into focus.
There is a specific kind of thunder that rolls through the ole’ Susquehanna Valley every September. It isn’t the sound of an approaching storm (we sure had enough of that lately) but rather the collective roar of thousands of motorcycles moving as one. The annual 9/11 Memorial Coalition Motorcycle Ride is a tradition. For bikers,
A distinct kind of quiet exists only just after sunrise. Lately, my favorite ritual involves stepping out into the backyard before starting my day. Slipping off my shoes, I walk barefoot through the cool grass to my gardens. Around me, the birds offer their morning chorus, and in the distance, my animals quietly eat their
I know, I know. No one wants to hear it, but school’s back in session, folks. It’s hard to believe. I don’t know where summer went. Each year seems to go faster than the last. Remember when you were younger, how the summers felt like they lasted forever? They were the best days. Days filled
I’ve had people lately asking if I am still doing my fitness and nutrition coaching because I haven’t written about it in a while or shared updates on my social media. I didn’t put it out there because I had six clients, and that was all I could take on. I work from home on
On July 4th, the only thing we were thinking about was picnic food, fireworks, keeping cool in the river, and everything was red, white, and blue themed. It was summer, and nothing feels more like summer than the Fourth of July. On July 5th, Kenzy asked me a question. “Momma, when we get home from
