If I could be anywhere else… I would be at Lake Ouachita camping with my kids and Keith, laughing around a campfire. Campfire smoke smells so good. I would be on Bleeker Street in Greenwich Village, NYC, on the look out for a place with...
count your blessings
If I could be anywhere else… I would be at Lake Ouachita camping with my kids and Keith, laughing around a campfire. Campfire smoke smells so good. I would be on Bleeker Street in Greenwich Village, NYC, on the look out for a place with...
You’ve heard it before… “Be grateful for what you have.” “Count your blessings.” “What if you woke up tomorrow with only what you gave thanks for tonight?” Now think about this… “I am grateful I’m alive, breathing, healthy.” “I am blessed to have a sharp...
Mondays should hold peace, not dread. They should be an optimistic look forward at all that’s in store for the week, rather than a reluctant look downward at my shoes as I muster the wherewithal to just get through the coming days. I want my...