I’m no nurse Part 1

I fear this one can get too long, so I’m gonna break it up into two posts. We had an incident with Ande yesterday that resulted in Courtney telling me I suck as a nurse. It will really lengthen this post to go into detail about what happened. He got stung or bit. I...

Savannah, Georgia’s Oldest City

Each year my partner, Courtney, has to earn a certain number of continuing education credits to maintain her license for work. In order to do so, she usually attends a conference in Savannah where I tag along. Typically during the day she has her conference and I stay...

Summer Lovin’ had me a blast

Summer is usually a very slow time for me (business wise, anyway). It’s too dang hot to do festivals (at least here in the south) and generally boutique sales are lower in the summer, too.  Usually I won’t take time off, but will instead just take on shorter and...

Dealing with Trauma Triggers

I’m super hesitant to write this post for fear that some will read it as nothing more than a political post. Honestly, it has nothing to do with politics. This is purely a raw post about where I am and how I’m coping with trauma triggers.  I hope it can be...

White Girl Can’t Jump

I mentioned in a previous post that my dad used to work for a sanitation company. He’s a mechanic and repaired the garbage trucks. In that same post I’d revealed we were really poor and that a lot of times he’d bring us home gifts that were actually...

find your niche

This has been on my mind A LOT lately. It’s a conversation that I’ve had more than once with a friend. This is pretty much how it goes: The setting is an arts and craft festival. Me: wow, what a great crowd we’re having! Friend: if you aren’t selling here, you’re the...
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