Several years ago, my husband and I decided to move from a high elevation in the Rocky Mountains to the coastal area of Georgia. We visited the area we thought we wanted to retire several times before making a final decision. It happens the house we fell in love with was in a homeowner’s association ...

A worry pokes the back of my brain, an inescapable anxiety that I wasted my best years on the ex-hole.

Excuse me? I’ve been called a lot of names over the course of my forty years. But the words Christmas hussy have never been uttered.

I recognize him right away, his dark hair sprinkled with gray a perfect match to his profile picture. Which is a relief. Lots of guys post pictures from a decade ago, thirty pounds ago, or a couple of ex-wives ago. As if nobody would notice.

From my right comes a deep voice. A man voice. It startles me and I turn to see someone who would earn a lot of swipe-rights.

What do you get when you mix my mother with booze, books, and a new city? Well, I wasn’t too sure of the combination when she first told me about it, but I had my reservations. My mother, Ellie Kavanaugh, is a force to be reckoned with! I’m Greer, her only daughter. I’ve been adulting ...

When high school ended, I thought life could truly start. I would move away from this awful place. I could be anything I wanted to be. I could see the world.

Recently, I had the opportunity to read The IF in Life: How to Get Off Life’s Sidelines and Become Your Best Self, written by former NFL running back and Dancing with the Stars champion Rashad Jennings. He shares his inspiring story and experiences that encourage readers to follow their dreams. Growing up, Rashad was overweight, ...

There is no getting around it: teaching takes energy.  Lots of it.  It takes mental, physical, and emotional grit.  It takes organization, determination, and endless exertion.  It takes wisdom, compassion, and discipline. And that is just to get through the first 10 minutes of the day. Teachers have to wear many hats: teacher, philosopher, advisor, ...

The air wet with a gentle mist that wasn’t quite rain or snow covered the ground. In the soft darkness, the veil split. The night’s slumber disturbed with a cataclysmic flash of light where shadows receded and returned once more. A primal force rocked the land on its plates but didn’t scar the earth. In ...