#single4life

Being single at 35 means… I cry … a LOT! I drink red wine …  a LOT! Every time I get taken advantage of by a mechanic I blame my non-existent husband for… Continue reading →

Puppies and “Intimates”

I work for a nonprofit and therefore I have learned the value of “presenting yourself.”  My job is to build relationships with people.  By sharing the story of who I represent, I cultivate… Continue reading →

A Dad for Dana

My name is Dana. I’ve never had a dad. Seriously. Obviously, I didn’t pop out of a cabbage and I wasn’t delivered by a stork.  Like everyone else, I am the result of… Continue reading →

Her name was Francis

Her name was Francis, but we called her Fran.  Later, I found out that others even called her “Frannie.” Fran was wise and strong, stubborn and grateful.  She was aware of her blessings… Continue reading →

The First Days of School

Last Saturday was my first sewing class. I could hardly sleep the night before because I was so excited and nervous.  I laid in bed wondering what my teacher would be like, if… Continue reading →

Investing in My Skills

Well I’m doin’ it!  I paid my money this afternoon for my first official sewing class and I couldn’t be more excited!  While I’m so proud of all that I’ve learned through youtube,… Continue reading →

Create Happy

Change something?  OK. It’s a funny thing trying to create happiness for yourself.  Sometimes it’s a simple thing that happens when you choose to walk around the neighborhood on a surprisingly beautiful day… Continue reading →

Grabbing the Beard!

I waste a lot of time fearing things.  Therefore, I fight paralysis too often. I fear the typical things like rejection, loss, heights, and killer bees.  I also fear things like misunderstanding, clowns,… Continue reading →

WORLD RACE: 3/30/11

MY COMPLETE JOY IN THAILAND So, I failed BLOGGING 101 class!  I can only apologize and move on!  So last month we were in Phuket, Thailand.  It looked much different from our month in Cambodia.  We lived… Continue reading →

WORLD RACE: 2/2/11

Hope has a Face. I can’t tell you her name.  So, I will choose a name for her.  In Cambodia, like so many other cultures, names are significant and mean something. Most of the women… Continue reading →