Fifth grade. It was the year I got chickenpox, broke my wrist playing kickball (and I must tell you, I got Rob Zook, the biggest kid in our grade, out and won the game), and got my first boyfriend. His name was Mark, and he asked me to “go with him.” I didn’t know what that meant except that we … Read More
Have you started getting into the holiday season yet? I went to my first holiday party on Saturday (such a good time!), and threw up a few decorations, but I am nowhere near ready to shop, wrap gifts, put up the tree, etc… With all I have to do, I am really trying to stay as balanced as possible this … Read More