My first paid blogging job…yay!

My posts on Cafe Mom

A couple of my posts on Café Mom

Someone’s paying me to do this y‘all! Well, not this exactly, but Café Mom has hired me to post a blog every day in their Florida Moms group. This is my second week of writing for them and I love it.

I can barely begin to express how awesome it feels to be paid to do something that brings me so much joy on it’s own. To receive that vote of confidence that my writing is worth something to someone else is the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake.

It’s been a long search for me to find what I feel like I’m “supposed to be doing”. I’ve always been a late bloomer, so it’s really no surprise that figuring out what makes me tick career-wise has taken until my (very) late 30’s.

And–doesn’t it often happen this way?–it took some painful experiences for me to figure it out. I had a bad divorce that left me guilt-ridden and angry and seriously drinking too much. Writing about it all seemed to me the best way to purge the negative emotions. It worked. Continue reading

Family Beach Week

Family at Madeira Beach 2012

The whole crew, Madeira Beach 2012

My family just returned from our annual beach week. Its a time-share that my parents have owned for more than 30 years, we go the same week in August annually and we see the same families there every year, too.

It’s not the ritziest place in the world (but it’s not bad either). The pool does always seems to have an oily quality to it that makes me cringe, but the kids don’t seem to mind. I didn’t when I was a kid either.

Rainbow over Madeira Beach

We have been going there for so many years and have all watched each other grow up, grow old, and a new generation born and toted to the beach. It’s like a family reunion. In fact, many years ago, my mom sat with a woman from Chicago while watching us kids play in the pool and, in talking, they figured out that we were related. Not that distantly either. I love our found-by-a-chance Chicago “cousins”. Seeing them is a highlight of the trip every year. Continue reading

My Big Brother, Tales of Younger Sibling Survival

snap n pop photo

My older brother sparked (no pun intended) a memory the other day when he forwarded me this image.

Ahhhh…good old snap n’ pops. One time he made me eat one. I’m not kidding.

He is three years older than me and as a kid I always wanted to hang out with him. He, understandably, was not as thrilled to have his little sister always trying to tag along with him and his friends. He was passably nice to me most of the time but he was prone to bouts of big brother bullying. He was a boy, that’s what they do.

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My Big Brother, Tales of Younger Sibling Survival

snap n pop photo

My older brother sparked (no pun intended) a memory the other day when he forwarded me this image.

Ahhhh…good old snap n’ pops. One time he made me eat one. I’m not kidding.

He is three years older than me and as a kid I always wanted to hang out with him. He, understandably, was not as thrilled to have his little sister always trying to tag along with him and his friends. He was passably nice to me most of the time but he was prone to bouts of big brother bullying. He was a boy, that’s what they do.

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