Leave Your Shoes at the Door

The deer do not understand that my Hosta garden is not a salad bar. Their deep rutted footsteps speckle the dry black mulch. Each day the Hosta shrink, cower under the trees, with their half-chewed leaves poking out of the ground, blooms long gone. I survey the damage while Luna is making her morning rounds, … Continue reading Leave Your Shoes at the Door

If the Shoe Fits, Buy It

No matter what size pants I struggle to squeeze my mommy-butt into, I can at least count on my shoes to fit. Shoes don't only comfort my feet, they comfort my ego and my self-esteem. I totally get why women hoard season after season of styles on their shoe racks. We sooth our burdened souls … Continue reading If the Shoe Fits, Buy It