Every mark is a story. Even that leftover sauce from the other night that I missed.

This is going to be today. And it should be yours too.

Ugh.

I am not an expert. I have no degrees. Taken no classes. I just have experience. And if my experience can help someone else, then I’m going to write them down .No matter how small they may seem.

A panic attack is starting. I can feel it in my chest.

I made strawberry jam this week. It was a disaster.

Pollyanna is a master at the Glad Game. So is my Aunt Linda. You can be talking about something that is bothering your or a concern you have and she can find the positive of it.

There are certain truths that will never be relative. They will always BE, no matter how crazy the world gets.

Since this was first published, we’ve sort of turned a corner. We are nowhere near the finish line but we’re now on the path that we know it’s on. We’ve still got a long way to go but we can do it; we’ve come this far. I wanted to share this so that we can all have a chuckle while we’re all still living it, instead of remembering it.

Sundays are hard…but that’s not what I’m going to write about.