Women Who Eat Chocolate

Below is my newest blog on The Holmes County Bargain Hunter website.  My blog gets personal at times, but it's where truth comes out.  Sometimes we need to hear the truth.  Am I Otis Mary’s Clyde’s Missy or Henry Mabel’s Mary’s Missy? Labels.  Reputation. Names. We live in a world of all of the above.  It all starts with our family name and spreads from there.  Oh yes, you’re Clyde’s daughter.  Oh you’re Mary’s daughter.  Yes, you’re Shelly’s sister, or Selena’s mom.  We’re identified by our family and where we live.  Our community is close knit and if you come from the Amish then you just might be Jacob Esther’s sister.  It’s our way of tracking down just where and when we came into this world and where we belong.  In a way, it gives us our sense of just where we fit in. I can’t remember how many times we may have talked about someone new, or told an older person about them.  They will literally spend hours t...

It's strange to be sitting in my living room on a quiet Monday morning.  Normally I would be at my desk in the office with my head spinning from hundreds of calls.  A few stomach ailments have taken that out of the equation for today, so here I sit with computer in hand, a few good magazines at my side, and the world of daytime TV and Netflix at my disposal.   For now, I'm enjoying the gray skies on this unexpected day off.   Upset stomach aside, I think my body knew I needed a legitimate day off.  On my regular days off which are Thursday and Friday of each week, it's more about catching up.  Laundry, cleaning, running to the grocery store are usually what fill up my days.  There's nary a second to actually sit down and breathe.   The house is extra quiet today because the kids are gone.  Not just gone to school, because it's actually spring break here.  They are gone to that sunny state of Florida on the band/choir Disney trip. ...