“How’s Jeff’s job search going?” “Have you figured out where you’re going to move?” “Have you bought a house, yet?” These are the questions I’m asked almost every time I see someone, speak to someone or text with someone.  I don’t mind it at all.  I would ask the same thing if I had a friend who was moving.  But, the answer has stayed the same. “We don’t know, yet.” When I can see the expression on the inquisitive person’s face, I usually see something that resembles a cringe in one form or another. It might be eyebrows raised or a sympathetic look of surprise.   And I don’t mind those reactions, either.  I get it and there are moments when I catch myself cringing.  I joke with Jeff by saying in my best Mrs. Bennet impression, waving an imaginary hanky, “Oh, whatever will become of us?!” When one woman asked

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