Why do we send flowers when someone dies? Of the many intricacies of life I just don’t get, I would like to rant about sending flowers when someone dies. I have never been a person who enjoys receiving flowers. Because they are lush and pretty, they give a momentary rush…

I didn’t date until I was 20. The definition of a “late bloomer”, I truly thought as a teenager that no man would ever want to be with or marry me. Thinking back, I don’t know exactly why I condemned myself so harshly. A lifelong hardcore introvert, I actually assumed…

I was thinking today that my brain would be far more comfortable existing in the world of 100 years ago. I like calm. I enjoy things slow. I don’t need life to be easy, but I do require a certain order to my day, or I feel untethered and uneasy. …

This letter is completely cliche, but I find myself compelled to create it for you. I wanted to impart some unsolicited advice that I hope you’ll consider, or perhaps file away until the occasion comes up that you think, “Oh, yeah — that’s something that Liz mentioned…” I have a…

You never think much about something like what it takes to grow, cut, dry, bale, and collect hay for your farm animals until you are the one doing the work. Isn’t that the way it is with most things in life? As a kid, I didn’t think much about the…

Years can be wasted waiting for badly-behaving spouses to turn over a new leaf and decide to be good ones. I was a model wife in my “starter marriage”, as I like to call my first attempt at matrimony. Ten years ago tomorrow is the anniversary of that much-anticipated wedding…