Your Daily Dose of Vitamin V

My high school years held some pretty sweet memories. I can't say that I would ever want to go back and relive those days. But they do own a special place in my heart. The first really close friendship I had with a boy was in high school. His name was Andrew; a year my junior. He had long brown hair(the kind of tresses cool guys like him would nonchalantly flip back out of their face). And then there were these big, sweet, brown eyes resting above the sort of teenage smile that let you know braces had once been there. He was the only boy in our little bestie group. I'm pretty sure he dated a handful of the girls in our posse. A charming kid with deep feelings and a funny personality to balance it all out - that was our Andrew. We had a couple of classes together. Theater and choir - two of the most unserious courses ever. Our high school was known for theater. So I guess Drama was a little more legit. Anyway, these periods gave us the opportunity to just hang out and have fun e...

 Gosh. It's been AGES since I've posted a blog. Does anyone else remember when typing your thoughts was all the rage? I miss those days. The community was tight and the pressure for a blue check mark was non-existent.  I wrote about the early days of marriage and motherhood. I journaled my battle with the bulge and life at large(while being large).  But more than chronicling every detail of my life like an online diary, I enjoyed the community. The bloggers I followed were real. They wrote about the ups and downs of their own lives. Each of us getting online daily, looking forward to catching up with our friends. Like receiving letters in the mail. They made me feel connected in ways that the social media world of today has yet to accomplish.  I don't know what it is about writing that makes thoughts feel solid and tangible. I've made videos; I'm not shy in front of a camera. But typing out my thoughts feels more substantial somehow. Perhaps because it makes me stop...