by newlifeamstump | May 10, 2018 | Messy LIfe, MI, Michigan, parenting, Review, Story, Work
Apparently over the last few years, even just a few days ago, the news crews find me and seem to want my opinion. Stalkers?!? JK. But if you want to check out some of the articles, here they are, in all their small town splendor. Cadillac Area Public Schools Bond...
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 | May 8, 2018 | Health, Story, Uncategorized
Life with Chiari Malfunction I went in to the Doctor’s office to figure out a bump that had developed on my head, and I walked out with a “Unicorn Horn” and a brain-stem disorder. It’s not something I picked up while I was there, like when the nasty lady sick from the...
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 | 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...