14, 21, 24 aren’t my lucky lotto numbers.  They are the ages my Dad’s three children were when he passed away.  My sister, Crystal was 24, my brother, David was 21, and I was 14 years young.

A chance encounter with a costumer at the Solon Station while I ordered yummy cheese balls. 

That’s the amazing thing that happens when you do healthy things.  

How did it take 30 years for me to discover the unbelievable deliciousness of pepper jelly, cream cheese and crackers?

The feeling of home is a feeling that I have long forgotten after all these years.

We all know the holidays can be stressful as we rush around to find the gifts for people we love the most.

I can’t spell and I would probably fail a 7th grade grammar class.  It’s a fact that I’m reminded of every Sunday when I begin to write this blog.

Braden and I met on a basketball court 12 years ago when we where both 19. We didn’t get off to the best start. I yelled at him for being a ball hog, informing him this isn’t high school and that we move the ball in college