It was called the block of dreams, at least at one point in time. Each house unique and welcoming, each yard a vibrant splash of green contrasting the dull desert terrain of West Texas. On this quaint block lived a stereotypical nuclear family. A step-father that read the paper and watched the game. A mom… Continue reading Flightless in the Suburbs
So this year was an interesting journey where I started out strong for Shopgirl, but then as The House of R transitioned from 8 months of homelessness into our Our Little Castle in Orlando I felt more impassioned to share our journey than business gossip. I found so many hours being drained away into research… Continue reading Behind the Blog- 2017 Edition
"My mommy hits me." We stood in the middle of a busy DFW airport, I had just been making the dramatic juggle of car seats, toddlers, and luggage from the rental car terminal to the airplane terminal post hurricane evacuation. My shoulders hunched from an exhausting and anxiety filled week as I looked back in… Continue reading My Kids–>My Karma
Yes Ma’am and yes Sir! With an exclamation point, nothing less!
I was thinking of a way to shake the last of today’s annoyances away, and get my usual Cyranny mojo back… And I told myself, what better way to get in a good mood, than to open The Cove’s door to everybody, set some extra chairs, make the best of the remaining Christmas lights, and throw a party? It is Saturday night by all means!
Hey! You can wear your fanciest glitter-dress, or just rock your comfiest pjs, no one will mind! So what do you say? Let’s do this!
I won’t keep rambling on here, I’m saving my energy for the mingling below! So here are the “rules”… Or so to speak;
- Introduce yourself and your blog a little, for people who wouldn’t know you already.
- Share links to your blog, and/or to friends of yours in the…
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My linguistics professor once said that as soon as we were done with his class we would never be able to spell again and I'd love to blame a distinguished education on my common misspellings through my blog, books, and day to day corresspondences...but indeed most are intentional while the rest are...well... Allot- In 3rd… Continue reading Words I Refuse To Spell Correctly
My brother Chase and I loved stories. Wether through books, movies, TV shows, and writing tall tales ourselves we were mesmerized by the many working pieces that compiled to bring a setting and character to life. We lived in a small town that sat in the center of a region that I now refer to… Continue reading Ode to Lamesa
I don't really remember the day mom finally confirmed the dreaded rumors that Santa was merely a figment of the imagination because it never really made a difference. Even as I took my turn as a teenager playing Santa for my younger brothers I never stopped believing in the magic of him. As a child… Continue reading Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas
"Have you ever been to Epcot before," the kind stroller attendant was attempting to fill in the silence as I stood one toddler per arm and one now so obviously on the way. I stared off across the fountain that erupted in front of the giant silver ball, and an image of my father cradling… Continue reading The Unexpected Epcot Visitor
When I was a young girl we lived in a small West Texas Farming community. We didn't have many options for eating out so it was often that we would find ourselves at the Pizza Hut Buffet for Sunday lunch. These were my favorite lunches, not only for the pizza and amazing salad, but most… Continue reading How The Other Half Lives
The long white strands in his beard caught in the fibers of his bright red sweater and the white cotton ball collapsed forward from the back of his red cap and swung just beside his ear as he took a closer look at a bag of apples in the produce department of Wal-Mart. Li'l A… Continue reading Christmas Time Living in Orlando
"It's already Christmas Eve and I feel like it never really felt like Christmas all month," I looked up at Nanny Sam with a face of absolute disappointment. Externally of course I'm sure it seemed that The House of R was having the merriest Christmas of all, the tree was up, the banisters were lined in… Continue reading Saving Christmas In Alabama
"We are just a holding cell until they get to big people prison." I shot a look around, was I the only one hearing this?! At each tiny table students studied with headphones, gossiped with friends, and the whizzing of the milk steamer blared loudly drowning out any sounds of nearby conversation. I wondered what… Continue reading Teaching the “Unteachable”