pam mady
Don’t let this smile fool you. I’m a crier. Yes, I’m THAT person. The one that gets misty eyed during World Vision commercials and sobs during news reports from war zones. The one who gets choked up at weddings, baby showers and graduations. I cry …
Our beautiful weather had me thinking about this piece I wrote a few years ago for my local newspaper. The start of spring ALWAYS makes me feel this way. I’m sharing because everything here still applies – except the parts about gathering as a group …
My brain is never a quiet place. Never.
My ‘inside voice’ is like an overbearing auntie with an opinion on everything, and never shuts up.
I’m ashamed to say (geez, I say that a lot) that I’ve never been a winter walker. My outdoor strolls were limited to perfect spring afternoons, cool summer mornings and crisp fall evenings. A little too cold, or a little too hot – and I …
Well, I’ve been #challenged.
My challenger is such a lovely person (yes you Deb McVeety), that I decided to accept – but I needed to do a little research before moving forward.
Have you noticed that in stressful times – we turn to simple comfort foods and not fancy cuisine? Think about it. Can you really enjoy culinary wizardry with teeny portions and exquisite presentations – while curled up on the sofa in your sweatpants? That’s a …
It’s funny. When COVID became a ‘thing’ and we were all sent home to hide, I really thought it would be my creative revolution. The pause in time that would allow me to tap into my inside voice – which has mysteriously gone missing. Locked …
My first reaction was pretty typical for me. The doctors that delivered the news appeared devastated. Their faces told me they’d lost sleep thinking about telling the 43 year old mom of two, that she had breast cancer. So – I cracked a few jokes …
Well folks, it’s February. The time when we start to realize we haven’t thought about our New Year’s resolutions since midnight December 31st. Which is why I don’t make resolutions. Breaking them makes me feel like a shmuck only weeks into a brand new year. …
I’m embarrassed to admit how many times the words “She dresses herself” have come out of my mouth. Yes, I have one of those independent dressers that insists on selecting her own outfits. As a result, I have often felt the need to point out …