Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: SickChristine
Let’s Have A Chat About Dr. Sunshine
As I write this, I must tell you, a more beautiful day could not be had. The sun is shining from one of the bluest skies I’ve ever witnessed. The temperature, a pleasant 75°F. There’s a slight breeze that blows my hair in ticklish wisps across …
If Ever There Were A Best Overall Blogger….
It would be me. Or would that be I? And would that were be a was? Like, is the title of this post supposed to be If Ever There WAS A Best Overall Blogger It Would Be Me? Or I? My sister is an English teacher. …
5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Read The Perks of Being an Artist
Regular readers may recall a few months back my quest for blogging supremacy began by taking down The Phil Factor. And, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, Phil has been completely wiped from the internet and today lives in the dreadful world of blogging obscurity. My goal …
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Sacred Space
I lost my spot, my writing spot. At the kitchen table by the window where all the sun poured in and warmed my back on chilly mornings. I loved that spot. It had its faults, of course. In the middle of everything. Too noisy. Too much …
The Essential Guide To An Easy Move
For the 9th time in the 24 years I have been married I’ve successfully packed up everything I own and moved it to a new home. Over the years I have acquired a certain skill set that makes the process a piece of cake. It may …
Either I’m Clumsy Or Jesus Has A Sick Sense Of Humor
It all started with an innocent Facebook post. I feel like most bad stories in life start that way. It all started with an innocent Facebook post and………..now my great aunt Shirley won’t talk to me. It all started with an innocent Facebook post and………..I ended …
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A Few Signs That You’re A 45 Year Old Woman
45 years ago today my father went to the racetrack to bet on the ponies while my mother gave birth to her sixth child, little ‘ol me. He came back broke, took one look at me, shrugged his shoulders and said, “stick her in the back …
