Apparently, being 30 and single is code for the fact that I am unable to cook or bake and catch a man. Or so my family thinks. Every family function that requires a dish to be passed, I am relegated to providing an appetizer
Autumn in the Midwest provides a spectacular source of beauty! The leaves burst into vivid shades of ruby red, burnt orange and mustard yellow. Every year, I travel north about an hour and a half with a group of friends and their kids to a family owned apple orchard. As much fun as it is to bring the kids along and take their pictures in the cut-outs and watch them bounce through the corn maze, it felt luxurious this year to make the trip without them.
The title of this blog is intended to have a little bit of meaning, yet not be too serious. The sound of writing is a play on a few things.
I have always wanted to be a writer. I take that back. I have always been a writer. I have always wanted to be a published writer.
Kids come up with some of the best, creative and clever ideas for Halloween costumes. (Or their parents spend countless hours online looking up ideas.) How did our parents manage? They had to actually have talent in the creative arena to help their children out. My mother, unfortunately, did not have that ability.
Are you a creative person? I, unfortunately, am not. I am always in awe of people who have amazing, clever Halloween costumes.
One of my favorite guilty pleasures is spending a Saturday afternoon or evening in October immersed in a marathon of scary movies.