Category: Stranger in a Foreign Land
Love grows best in houses just like this…
| December 5, 2011 | Filled under Stranger in a Foreign Land |
For much of my adult life, I lived in a tiny home in my home town of Tulsa, OK in a neighborhood called Florence Park – where houses were built in the 1930s and didn’t come equipped with ceiling mounted living room lights. My children were small and we were piled upon each other in that tiny house that rounded out to just over 1100… Read It
Sans Besties
| November 15, 2011 | Filled under Momwich Blabs, Stranger in a Foreign Land |
Does this image piss anyone else off? Prior to moving 150 miles away three years ago, I never thought much about my friendships. I mean, I thought about them, but I didn’t need to sit an analyze them, and I certainly didn’t need to miss them. The people in my life were people who had been there for most of my time on this earth,… Read It
The Pail List (short, non bucket) :)
| August 5, 2011 | Filled under Momwich Blabs, Stranger in a Foreign Land |
No, it’s not a bucket list – I won’t be climbing Mountains or swimming with killer sharks, but it’s my pail list – things I’ve been putting off, things that NEED doing – things I avoid, things that suck to admit the truth about, things that are just too hard to do sometimes without putting them next to numbers on a list and placing them… Read It
It’s the Small Things in Chicago…
| July 21, 2011 | Filled under Bald Lover, Great Gabby, In all her Gracefullness, Momwich Blabs, Stranger in a Foreign Land |
While my husband and I make fairly regular trips to Chicago, a place we love to hang out – this year was the first year we’ve taken Grace and Gabby along with us. With all of the attractions, walking and fabulous things to do, there are a few simple things about our trip that I absolutely do not want to forget: Snazzy Penuckle (pinochle): Well dressed guy… Read It
Two Years, Still Lost
| June 30, 2011 | Filled under Momwich Blabs, Stranger in a Foreign Land |
I relocated to Oklahoma City in May of 2009. I was excited having lived in Tulsa my whole big life because I needed a break from my past, the creepily haunting past that seemed to be everywhere following my fourteen year marriage ending in divorce, I was over him and had been for about two years before we divorced, but everywhere I looked were the… Read It
Home-ish
| February 24, 2007 | Filled under Momwich Blabs, Stranger in a Foreign Land |
My parents are buying a new house. Well – they’ve mostly bought it. It’s theirs. It’s at Keystone Lake. Of course, as with every home purchase, a few things hang in the balance – and you can’t really claim it as your own until the papers are signed. I questioned if I could ever love the new house – afterall, they’re leaving the very house… Read It
