I hope this finds you all safe and healthy during the current crazy coronavirus crisis. (Say that five times fast!) [No. Seriously. I double-dog dare you, and post it on social media. No prize awarded for your participation, unfortunately.]
Well, I’m dropping a line here to let y’all know that, like so much in life, a change is gonna come. (Cue Otis Redding.)
I’ve been quietly working on my other website, mollyjorealy.com, and while it’s not full-on ready for eyes, pretty soon I’ll be moving content from Frankly, My Dear … read the rest. . .
A Brief History of My First Year as a Southerner (Or, An Interesting Thing Happened on the Way to Being Me)
It’s been a while since we talked, and I’ve no one to blame but myself. I know, you keep telling me it’s okay to share the little stories, but I didn’t really believe it. I thought you’d want only the grand, out-of-the-box stories.
Insert self-doubt here, amiright?
I mean, do you really want to know about the hideous date who blew a straw wrapper at me over dinner? Or how … read the rest. . .
Come Alive and Stay Wild! (Or, How a Missing FedEx and Crazy Hair Put Me Back on Track)
I was out with my girlfriends a few weeks ago, doing what we do. Eating. Talking. Planning. Shopping. Crafting. You know how we do.
So it wasn’t unusual when we hit up the craft store(s). That’s when the Bestie, the Seester and I parted ways to each conquer our own areas. We rallied at the checkout and I was reminded, by the incredibly huge bin of impulse-buy-me-now Ty Beanie stuffies, of how, for a while, … read the rest. . .