ROXIE REWINDS 💙Because some stories are just too good not to tell again. Originally published: May 5, 2013 Let me tell you about the day I absolutely lost my mind over a spider. I’ve never really been scared of spiders. I just don’t want to feel the crunch of their teeny-tiny selves getting smushed. Or… Continue reading The Great Spider Incident of 2013
One day last week I put mascara on my dog. She’s a shih tzu and has these gloriously long eyelashes that are super swoopy and girly. But like the rest of her, they’re white, so you can’t really see them unless you’re looking for them. Her eyes and boopy little nose are a deep, inky… Continue reading I Put Mascara on my Dog
Easter. I think it probably brings different things to mind for everyone. I think of fluffy white bunnies, chocolate, and little kids in pastel outfits running around with baskets looking for eggs. Other people may think of church or religion. You could also think about family, big meals, and naps. But I think the resounding… Continue reading Rewriting the Easter Bunny Story
ROXIE REWINDS ✨Because some stories are just too good not to tell again. Originally published: March 16, 2013Then vs. now: Still true… and Sassy is STILL a legend. Some things in life are sacred: your best friend, your therapist… and your hairdresser. Nothing rejuvenates me as much as a trip to see my hairdresser. Well,… Continue reading The Best Little Hair-house in the Metro
Nostalgia: a sad pleasure experienced in recalling what no longer exists.That’s what Merriam-Webster says, anyway. The older we get, the more we feel it. At least I do. I get nostalgic about the smallest things… like the days when Trixie was pitter-pattering her little feet all over the cheap linoleum floors of the kitchen. She… Continue reading We’re Probably in the Good Old Days
ROXIE REWINDS ✨Because some stories are just too good not to tell again. Originally published: September 2012Then vs. now: Yes, I've always been like this. I’m going to try something new here. And by new, I mean bring back something old. I’ve mentioned before that this isn’t my first rodeo—I used to have a blog… Continue reading The Trail of Fear
Thirteen years ago, I signed a lease on a small apartment. My daughter sat beside me. I finished signing, laid down the pen, and put my forehead on the desk. And then I cried. I felt a hand on my back. My sweet 18-year-old baby grownup, Trixie, leaned over and asked softly, "Mom? Are you… Continue reading The Day I Signed my Life Back
Ten of us slept on the porch that summer. There were 12 of us all together, though. We were a tight-knit group of cousins who saw each other as a group only once a year, but we knew each other better than the friends we surrounded ourselves with when we were apart. Family does that… Continue reading Sleeping Bags and Summer Nights: Cousin Sleepover Memories
Daily writing promptWhat have you been working on?View all responses Trying not to feel like an imposter is hard. I've been trying to revive my zest for writing and sharing my stories, but when I stop and think about it, I worry that nobody probably cares what I have to say. Someone has probably already… Continue reading Working on working on it.
I started writing a blog for a few reasons. 1) I love to type. 2) I love words. 3) I love telling stories. I love reading and writing in general. I think I was the only person in my 7th grade English class who loved diagramming sentences. I remember the excitement I felt walking into… Continue reading Live to write. Write to live.
Roxie Rides Again 