(by Karin Fuller) While driving home from a day-long bike ride recently, I caught myself feeling weirdly happy. A singing-along-with-the-radio kind of happy. It occurred to me it had been ages since I’d last felt so thoroughly up. The previous year had been especially rough; had included the painful end of an engagement and a
(Note: This post contains Amazon affiliate links. Any pennies earned will go towards college educations, weddings, and writing expenses.) Let’s get one thing straight. You people who call me, “Hummingbird on Acid?” I’m not on acid. And you people who give coffee all the credit? You’re wrong too. My tendency to flit hither and yon,
(Not THAT F-word, silly rabbit, different ones!) (Note: This post contains Amazon affiliate links. Any pennies earned will go towards college educations, weddings, and writing expenses!) Have you noticed journaling is super-duper having a moment right now? I’m not surprised. For me, journaling yields a ton of benefits. Self-awareness, better health, improved finances, and increased
These days, my husband Tony-Bear has quite the fan club. Ever since I wrote in my February e-newsletter about him rescuing me, albeit from my mother, people keep saying how awesome he is. The thing is, Tony being my hero is nothing new. He’s been my hero ever since my last semester of college when I spotted
I never had the “Birds and Bees Talk” with my parents. You know, the often awkward conversation about how tiny human beings are created. Instead, one morning as I made my bed, I spied something poking out from between the mattress and box springs—an illustrated manual of male and female anatomy with brief, scientific explanations
A few years back, I was en route to a writing conference with a carload of women when a strawberry-blonde writer-gal gifted me with a nickname: “Hummingbird on Acid.” Just like a really good bra, the moniker fit perfectly and I have worn it ever since. Are you a hummingbird-on-acid too? If so, you experience
I think Mick Jagger was wrong when he sang, “What a drag it is getting old.” Heck, he was only 23. What did he know of decrepitude? He’s much older in this picture, but thanks to hair color, he doesn’t look too Keeper of the Crypt-ish. In fact, in this photo, what I notice most is his
