by newlifeamstump | May 10, 2018 | Children, Family, Life, Messy LIfe, Michigan, parenting, Story
I believe that it’s in the little moments of our lives that we discover who we are. Clarity often comes when the mind is so full that it has no choice but let it all go, lest it explode. That was me yesterday. I was feeling cooped up the house on a windy grey day and...
by newlifeamstump | Apr 19, 2018 | Children, Family, Life, Michigan, parenting, Story, Travel
They say that every picture tells a story, a 1000 words come to mind. I grew up so poor that we were the family that the local church raised money for. My Dad, no matter how hard things were wouldn’t get state help no matter what, and we didn’t have...
by newlifeamstump | Apr 9, 2018 | Detroit, Dreamers and Do-ers, Life, Michigan, Review, Story, Travel, Work
If you are familiar with the internet, ( who isn’t? ) you’ve seen the videos on Facebook, YouTube, and the news, of video bloggers and do-gooders on the streets trying to bring up the kindness karma levels. The videos show ladies and gents handing out food...
by newlifeamstump | Apr 6, 2018 | Life, Music, Review
If you’re a millennial like me and spent your youth party rockin’ to the Spice Girls before that was really a thing, or you wore Dickies and boy underwear with your hair braided in rows and had a love for music you didn’t yet understand then you will understand the...
by newlifeamstump | Apr 2, 2018 | Children, garden, Life, Uncategorized
If you’ve been on Instagram; shopped at Hobby Lobby, TJ Maxx, or any place that prizes themselves on style and home decor, you will have seen succulents. They’re on pillows, they have dinosaur shaped succulent plant holders, I recently saw them on fabric...
by newlifeamstump | Nov 15, 2017 | Children, Family, Life, Messy LIfe, Michigan, parenting, Story, Uncategorized
Today I left my name and phone number with a surly lady at a desk at one of the local old folk’s homes. I’m sure it’s not politically correct to call it that anymore but it’s what my grandma calls it so… It’s like the actual pot calling the kettle black. Why did I...