It’s hard for women to admit when we’re wrong. Correction. It’s hard for this woman to admit when she’s wrong.
When did we all become so dang judgmental?
Desperation can do strange things to a woman. A woman who is normally cool, calm and collected can turn into a crazed, manic deranged shell of her former self seemingly overnight if driven by the right amount of desperation.
It’s no secret that I love the small town life. It’s also no secret that in a small town, nothing is ever a secret.
More and more, I have fallen in love with the people of the great state of Mississippi.
Disclaimer: If you are my mother, please stop reading now. If you blush easily and/or are easily offended, please feel free to do the same. If not, carry on.
I am not what you would call a “go with the flow” type of person.
Well. It’s official. I’m the mommy of a Kindergartner.
There are few things that I claim to actually understand about men. Truth be told, the older I get the more I discover that I don’t understand anything about men.
The ex-girlfriend. Dang, she packs a powerful punch.
If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.
Behind every good man is a great woman. Hmm. While I would be inclined to agree with that statement, something about it just doesn’t sit well with me.
Home. That one little word conjures up emotions of love and comfort, warmth and security and an invaluable sense of belonging.
Ahhh, summertime. The sun is shining, kids are out of school and families are flocking to the beach for some much need R&R.
There are certain things that every woman looks for in a relationship.
My name is Sarah Fowler and I’m a hypocrite. The line on my computer has been blinking at me for the past hour as I struggled to figure out a…
Is there any sound more precious than that of a child’s laugh?
There are three things you aren’t supposed to talk about on a first date: Money, religion and politics. As I tend to talk about everything, I usually throw those rules out the window.
Well, it’s that time of year again. Swimsuit season has rolled around.
Mother’s Guilt. Is there anything like it? The joy of motherhood is something that is completely indescribable but the worry and guilt that comes along with it is equally beyond…