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So, a lot of you have been asking … ah, thank you for indulging me. It doesn’t matter how many (little) of you have been hounding me (one person, my sister who asked once) about what I actually do all day or what a week IML looks like. Because, the answer is- yes, of course I will talk your heads off a little bit more about my life. So, let’s get right to it and by that I mean here is the debatably important (full) backstory. As I’d alluded to in a previous post, the high of

“Thanks! It’s Dandy’s”. That is a line I’ve said no less than a thousand times to many people in my life- coworkers, roommates, in-laws, strangers even. For anyone living under a rock, or doesn’t know me well, Dandy is my grandmother. You might be thinking, that is an odd (but I think you mean fun) moniker for a grandmama! It certainly is and there is no other Dandy out there like ours. It was on the short list of other obviously hilarious and unforgettable to this day ideas

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Hens and Gents! With a new year, we must perform the obligatory resolutions exercise and buy the spinach to rot in the fridge for ceremonial purposes. From one hen to another- this is not hyperbole, there is a spinach carcass waiting for trash day and if we’re still between us- when is trash day really? It’s a moving target around here. ANYWAY what we don’t leave in 2025 is rambling. Now, let’s fire off some resolutions! As always, I will g

As we come to the end of this year, it feels only fitting I give everyone- including myself- a recap of how much a life can change if, or when, you answer the call God has laid out before you. In the footsteps of the esteemed Andie Anderson writing for Composure Magazine, I’m going to give you my spin on the “How To” column this week. Now from the title you might be puzzled- why did you lose your life and why would I want to read about that? Well, I caught you somehow??? Just

On December 31, 2015, I fell off of a ladder and broke my very first bone- the arm. I wish this was the start of a very cool tale with ninjas and PARKOUR, but sadly it is pretty pitiful and ended with a perc-y not a pop. The good news is- it’s a mercifully short story and not really the point of this piece. Rather, I want to tell you about my very first big girl job where I had the blessing of meeting one of the next very important characters in the story of my life. How the

As you all have had the pleasure (I hope!) of reading about my news that I am now a farmer with chickens, which my husband has to (always) follow up behind me with, “we don’t live on a real farm, she’s kidding”. This was a recent experience which is why it is still a fresh burn. I am a farmer! With four chickens. It’s not about the size of the farm, it's the size of the delulu dreams of the farmer. I picked that term up from my TikTok days and it has stuck with me ever since,