Sherri Cornelius

Last night I went out to look at the full moon. Classic country music from down the street wafted on the breeze, but I couldn't hear what song it was. I smiled. One of my neighbors was having a party.The song ended and after a pause a new one began..

I love warm spring mornings, waiting for the bus with the two oldest children, soaking up nature's joy in the rising sun. Today the kids almost missed the bus because of the distractions awaiting in our front yard. They lamented the violets losing their.

PMS is a huge part of my life. I've refrained from speaking of it too much for a couple of reasons. First, I know it makes some people uncomfortable to talk about bodily functions. You'll notice I also don't tell fart jokes here, even though I tell plenty.

Well, it's been driving me crazy, not remembering why this date sticks in my head. I looked through my blog posts, and realized I missed my 2 year anniversary on May 8, so happy bloggiversary to me! My second post ever fell on May 12, about the time.

Today is May 12. For some reason it seems like an important day to me, but here I sit as usual, on the couch, in jammies, drinking coffee. Easing into my day. I googled the date, and the only thing I can see is that stamps go up a penny today. It may.

I love the writer psychology pieces on Buzz, Balls & Hype. This week's is about how to control an over-active imagination. The querier says:My novelistic abilities are making me crazy. The very thing that enables me to be a writer is torturing me.

Rainy this morning. Nice. No hail. That's a good thing. No internet, either, until just now.Thank you, dear friends, for all your supportive comments. I'm so happy to have you with me on my journey, as I am right next to you on yours.So I bought some.

I found out something about the world while mingling with other adults at the conference, and here it is: Nine o'clock is not "late" for most people.I also learned that I'm pretty good company, especially after a glass of wine. And that underneath my.