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Don’t Worry ’bout a thing….
I've always been an anxious person - even when I was a kid. As a farmer's daughter, I worried about the weather. I obsessively checked the Weather Channel to determine if there was too much rain, not enough rain, or heaven forbid…hail in the forecast that would...
Finding My Kokomo
I wonder how many people really love where they live? When I say, "love," I'm referring to a feeling, one of a special connection to the city/country/state in which you reside. A sense of living somewhere that you truly belong - a place that feels like it was designed...
When Your Caribbean Bedroom Is Your Office
Throughout the years, my husband Evan has worked in many diverse environments, holding an array of interesting professions: he traveled to hockey arenas all over the world as a professional hockey player; he repelled down high rise buildings as a high-rise rescue...
Adulting is Hard
The Urban Dictionary defines adulting this way: "To do grown up things and hold responsibilities such as a 9-5 job, a mortgage, a car payment, or anything else that makes one think of grown-ups." As a child, I always longed to be an adult. To me, being an adult meant...
Those Embarrassing Island Newbie Errors
Have you ever wished that you could travel back in time and give your Past Self some tips, recommendations, or warnings? If I, for example, could travel back to 1997, I would tell my Past Self to avoid the denim on denim on denim... on denim: "Dear Past Self, there...
4 Things I No Longer Care About
"You will discover a simpler life." A wise friend attempted to reassure and calm me as I frantically packed our lives into 8 giant suitcases. I heard the words but didn't fully understand what they meant. Life was far from "simple" at the moment. We were moving our...