A life unfiltered, one story at a time.
Someone was talking shit about me from the pulpit, so I hit him with a pillow and went looking for my purse. This is either personal growth or a deeply weird packing problem.
At 44 years old, in a little sushi restaurant on Kauai, thirty strangers sang a song I’ve heard my entire life and somehow made me hear it for the first time. Maybe the point isn’t finding their version. Maybe it’s realizing we could have been doing it differently the whole damn time.
We got married twice without ever getting divorced.
One wedding happened in Las Vegas with a one-month-old baby, a handmade dress, and about twelve dollars to our name. The other happened months later in front of a packed room full of people who had no idea we’d already said “I do.”
Twenty-four years later, I…
Honestly, Sandie 