•    •  August

My kids had them. My grandkids have them. I'm talking about their "lovies". The textbook sounded definition of a lovie would be any object, often a stuffed animal or blanket, that a wee one forms an emotional attachment to in order to feel safe and comfort themselves. This practice is known as self-soothing. Horses, giraffes, doggies, and rabbits, the lovies of my kids and now my

My cell phone buzzed late the other night with an attention getting text message from my daughter-in-law Carey, who I knew to be vacationing with my son and grandchildren in the fine state of Texas. "Well, Keggie," the text began, "we had a little run in with the Secret Service today, but we're okay." Excuse me?! I quickly sent Carey a number of question marks along with

Sometimes I throw up word pictures on my Instagram, which is synced to my Twitter, which is tied to my Facebook (and am I the only one thinking about the hip bone connected to the thigh bone?). These takeaway thoughts are always pulled straight from what's going on in my own life. Meaning, I'm "preaching" to myself first, and then to anyone listening out there