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  • To Love and to Be Loved

    I most certainly am not a numbers person, and I have the math grades to prove it.  Words are my jam, which is why it surprised me that as I thought about today being the fourth anniversary of my beautiful… Read More ›

  • Father of the Year

    I have known some truly wonderful fathers throughout my life, starting with my own dad. Later today, I plan to honor him from a safe social distance.  For now, though, I want to honor another dad who means the world… Read More ›

  • Listen Up

    From the moment I uttered my first word, I became a talker. A big talker. My report cards are evidence of this, as they are littered with comments about my verbal prowess. Kristi talks too much. Kristi spends too much… Read More ›

  • Hair Raising

    As individual states continue to implement phases of re-entry into the COVID-19 world, each of us continues to interpret what this means for ourselves and our families. Some of us have bolted out of our homes like a thoroughbred out… Read More ›

  • Injustice

    When my oldest daughter was in kindergarten, she initiated our first conversation about racism.  As I helped her get ready for a bath, she asked me if I knew who Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was.  When I told her… Read More ›

  • Memorial Day

    Memorial Day weekend usually signifies a number of different things to different people. The kickoff of the summer season. The reopening of pools. A three day weekend. Cookouts and barbecues with family and friends. This year, though, is different. Like… Read More ›

  • Mental Health Matters

    Growing up, I don’t remember months being anything other than months. May was simply May. June was just June. July was, well, July. You get the picture. At some point, though, months were assigned special designations to raise the collective… Read More ›

  • M-O-T-H-E-R

      When I was a little girl, we would serenade our mothers with the song, M-O-T-H-E-R, at our grade school’s Mother’s Day celebration. I remember singing with heartfelt and earnest enthusiasm to convey my love for my mom. It’s a… Read More ›

  • It’s a Pandemic, and I’ll Cry if I Want to

    I often have said that Oaks Day and Derby Day are an equine version of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for me. The days leading up to them leave me giddy with anticipation and excitement. It’s a whirlwind of festivities… Read More ›