I know that I am a couple of days late for actually ringing in 2019, but I have a good excuse. Really I do. I ushered out 2018 with the respiratory crap that was going around and welcomed 2019 with the same respiratory crud. Not a fun way to start « … read more … »
A lot of people ask me what I am reading. I do not always have an answer for them. Do I tell the truth or embellish it a little bit? When I am truthful, I often get the respondent stare like I have completely and utterly lost my mind because « … read more … »
Let me please make a humble request that all my readers please bring their patience with them when they visit my blog here over the next few weeks and even possibly months. Your patience is required! Transition happens and sometimes with technology that transition can look more like organized chaos « … read more … »
I sat down a little while ago and took a good look at the assignments for this week in Pathway. I still had one assignment to complete for REL121 for week 9, but I wanted to look ahead since this week is Thanksgiving week. I did not want to get « … read more … »
Many of you know that I started my pathway to return to school this fall (this past September). I have a variety of options because I am not a horrible student by any stretch of the imagination, however, funds are limited. We have 2 college aged children. Granted, one of « … read more … »
I have been asked, “If you just started this blog, why are there so many posts?” The answer is simple: I did not just start this blog. I started it many years ago. I only just recently purchased the staceysansom.com domain name. Part of the reason that I switched my « … read more … »
Welcome! If you are stumbling upon it for the first time and you found it all by yourself, welcome… If you were thrust over here from the previous blog address: https://staceysansom.com, welcome…. This is MY blog! This is the new and improved blog featuring me, Stacey Sansom. This is where « … read more … »
Death is never a kind thing. It is sad for the soul. It hurts. It stings. Nothing you can say or do can take that sting away – initially. It just hurts. There is a longing. There is a wanting. There is that deep missing that will not go away. « … read more … »
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