Posts Tagged "Molly"


Hard to believe that just one week ago, my brave friend Trish, Molly, and I hopped into my car and set-off for Nashville. 3 days and 2,100 miles later we arrived a little delirious but no worse for the wear. Monday brought my first day at Food for the Hungry. Meeting a contractor at my future home. Catching up with long lost Nashville friends. Dropping Molly off at the vet for a routine checkup…which turned out not to be so...

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What Remains

What Remains


Posted By on Oct 6, 2011 in The Life I Live | 29 comments

As I spent time over-analyzing myself earlier today {too bad I can’t figure out how to make a career out of self-analysis…I’d be rich}, I realized that I am in the midst of a mini identity crisis. With so much new, and so little old, I am struggling to pinpoint who I am, what I think, and how to share this journey with you. In the most simplest terms, I am in the process of discovering what remains…of me....

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My Sweet Molls


Posted By on Aug 31, 2011 in The Life I Live | 36 comments

Five years ago almost to the day, I got Molly as an early 30th birthday gift. I had been debating a dog but could never seem to pull the trigger. So the boy I was dating at the time pulled it for me. Molly was 4 months old with a shiny black and white coat and a head cock that could melt your heart in two-seconds flat. Unfortunately, she was a terrible puppy. A truly terrible puppy. Almost everyday she did the unthinkable, she peed in...

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Halloween


Posted By on Oct 31, 2010 in The Life I Live | 15 comments

I know Halloween is a little controversial. But I have got to say, I like it. I don’t so much care for the dressing up part. But I am a huge fan of the gathering with friends and family, strolling around the suburbs, meeting neighbors, and eating candy…a lot of candy. I think we need more holidays that encourage to turn off the television, get out of our houses, and be in community. Here are some of my favorite pictures...

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Last night, I returned home after being gone almost a week. And as much as I loved my week with the family at the beach, it was nice to be home. (Or at least back in Nashville, as I expressed here there is some confusion for me about where home is.) There are times when I have dreaded returning after a vacation. But not this time, and here’s why: I got in at a reasonable hour. I inherited the terrible habit of scheduling...

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