Wind Therapy

It was a particularly stressful day at the office. It wasn’t just me; I think there was something in the air. Everyone kept making these dramatic exasperated noises (grunts, sighs, groans) like we were all about to die. Or kick something. Or someone. Lately, I’ve been trying various forms of artistic expression when I’m stressed (a.k.a., art therapy)…

My Mother

I could throw a fit when I was younger that still embarrasses me to this day. I was an only child until I was 18 so I was used to getting my way. But when I didn’t, I would work for it by screaming and slamming doors and running away from home (to the bushes…

Weathering the Storm

I love a good storm. I’ve lived in the Midwest my entire life so I’ve had plenty of exposure. There’s nothing like the adrenaline rush from standing under a swirling, heaving and swelling black sky until the very last second of safety remains, the moment dutifully signaled by the hair on my arms and neck rising to attention. And the confusing…

#soundbites @nelbelltells

In June of 2015, I started tweeting some of things my kids (and occasionally adults) say with little or no context (#soundbites). Honestly, no one really sees them until my tweets are fed to my Facebook page. All you get is the sound of crickets on my Twitter feed – unless you follow me and help liven…

Disturbed, The Sound of Silence

I shared this on Facebook (via Twitter) and everyone nearly shit themselves trying to figure out if I was a closeted metal head. I am not. But I don’t hate Disturbed (I just save it for workouts and fits of rage), and I REALLY like this cover. What a voice. And I love it when a…

Divine Inspiration & Sloppy Joes

My friends tell me I have ADHD. I prefer to think of it as divine inspiration. The most random statements can send me off on a wild tangent, leaving me chasing thought after thought, usually to some philosophical end. Lately, a sloppy joe recipe has made me sentimental. I know, I’m a mess. (Ha! No pun intended.) I’ll get…

Sloppy Joes (recipe)

I ran a small faith-based community center for college students during my early 20s. One of my duties was preparing lunch one day a week for the university students and faculty. We would serve anywhere from 20 to 50 people in exchange for a free-will offering each Wednesday. One of the recipes in my rotation was Sloppy Joes….

Letting Go

When I was five, I wanted to be a vet like every other 5-yr-old. As I grew older, I realized I don’t really like animals. Eh, my plans changed. When I was a teenager, my plan was to become a teacher; and I was dead set against marrying until I was at least 30, if I…

Vulnerability

“I’m so glad you’re writing again.” It’s a statement I’ve heard countless times since getting this (my third) blog up and running. “I am, too,” is always my sincere response; however, these conversations always hit me gently in the gut because they remind me people are actually reading my thoughts. People I don’t know and…

Are They Chewy?

I’m a pretty realistic girl. Although I don’t go out of my way to bring up topics that might make others uncomfortable (except for this post, heh heh), not much can make me blush. I don’t use cutesy names for body parts and my kids don’t think the stork delivers babies. Having said that, I’ve been…