I bet you think you showed up at the wrong blog today when the featured image is of a shiny new Corvette.  No, you’ve come to the right place and this post does not have anything to do with me buying or even having a remote interest in a sports car.  Just read on… When I first hit the publish button on my blog, I didn’t consider myself a writer.  My poor English teachers along the way certainly wouldn’t have considered me a writer.  But, after writing books, articles, and over 3,500 blog posts, I have become a writer through practice and repetition.  It’s almost unavoidable to become a writer when you write every day.  Being a writer has taught me many things, but the greatest impact it’s had in my life is it makes me pay attention to the little stories and lessons that happen throughout the day.  I

I know people who have moved a lot more than I have, but I have moved quite a bit in my life.  Until I was almost 30, I had never lived anywhere longer than 4 years!  An 11-year stretch in our PA house is the longest I’ve lived in one place and, even then, we packed and moved a lot of stuff to sell at antique markets or drive pieces to sell at various retail spaces in Maryland and Virginia.  So, I wouldn’t consider myself a moving expert, but I am a very good mover and packer.  I’ve definitely learned what not to do (like overloading large boxes) and what to do (like load books in small boxes that are easily carried or moved on a dolly.)  I even learned new things on our cross-country move out to Minnesota.  For anyone moving and packing themselves, I thought I would share a

Well, I have had a slight setback this week!  Sunday morning, I stayed home and watched the morning church service online since I’m still battling a cough.  After the boys and I watched the service, I decided to work a little bit more on putting things out for the virtual yard sale (which I’ll explain in a minute) and walked out to the garage to put some stickers on a few things and somehow I missed a step.  All of my weight fell on my right foot, toes curled under.  In a split second, my foot twisted and I heard a pop.  I crumpled to the ground and breathed in and out like I was in labor. I didn’t know what I did, but I did something.  I sat there for a few minutes to compose myself and, fortunately, I had my phone in my pocket, so I called Jeff.