The Dolly Mama Diaries
I can replay a conversation, reconsider a decision, and examine something from seventeen different angles. By angle eighteen, I’m tired, confused, and no closer to an answer. Maybe we don’t need a ...
Relaxing Shouldn’t Be This Much Work
Why is relaxing without guilt so much work? Before I can read a book or pick up a paintbrush, Judge Joey demands evidence that I’ve earned it. Apparently, happiness needs a permission slip.
I’ve been called stubborn since birth. Sometimes that leads to a shaved head and a pink bow. Other times, it leads to the Dolly Mamas.
The Older I Get, the Less Patience I Have.
I used to think getting older meant becoming wiser, calmer, more patient. Apparently, I missed that chapter. Here's what age actually taught me — and why I'm skipping the prayer for strength.