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✨ I Think I Need a Minute

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair... Okay, real talk here... I am so out of sync right now, it isn't even funny. πŸ˜‚ Y'all, my year has been moving soooo fast, putting one leg out to slow it down has NOT been working. πŸ˜‚ Let me start with work. I enjoy my job, but let me tell you, it has gotten even more interesting when you throw in travel... The stories I have about the airport... making sure you have everything you need to travel with, going through security, then you get the rental car and you just never know what you are going to get. πŸ˜‚ And I haven't even started doing my job yet. Okay, you got your first week of travel done and you're on your way back home... HOME. Mmmm... but when you get there, you want to meet up with friends and family because you've been gone. You need to do laundry, and then you need to get ready for your week... This. THIS has been me for the last five months. So I am sitting here today telling...

⭐ What Do They See That You Don't?

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair. Let me ask you something... Why is it so hard for so many of us to simply say... "Thank you" when someone gives us a compliment? I bet that hits home for a lot of us. Someone says something nice about us and instead of just accepting it, we get uncomfortable. We brush it off, make a joke, change the subject, or immediately come up with a reason why what they're saying isn't really true. Why do we do that? Who taught us that? Was it the fear of sounding arrogant? Did we grow up believing that accepting a compliment somehow meant we were full of ourselves? Was it years of criticism that made praise feel unfamiliar? Or have we spent so much time focusing on our flaws that we've become blind to the good everyone else seems to see? This is just my opinion, but think about this... Maybe the compliment almost isn't the point anymore. Someone says something like, "You...

Crossing Paths ✨

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink, and pull up a chair. 🌹 I hope everyone has been having a great summer so far. The other day, I came across a message that made me stop and think. It simply said: “Sometimes the blessings come in unexpected ways.” The way I interpreted that message might be completely different from the way someone else does. I think that’s the beauty of it—we all bring our own experiences to the words we read. But for me... it had everything to do with people. Maybe it’s because I’ve been travelling a lot lately and meeting all kinds of people. Or maybe it’s because, over the years, I’ve met people who have crossed my path for only a few moments, yet somehow they’ve stayed with me. One memory in particular came back to me. A while ago, I was grocery shopping, picking up the ingredients for supper. I wanted to make salmon, and I found a piece that looked really good, but it was much bigger than I needed. So I asked the lady behind the s...

πŸͺ‘ I Jumped In With Both Feet… What a Ride It's Been So Far ☕

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair…. Today’s blog is a big one for me. It marks a place that I never imagined I would get to, and quite honestly, it’s because of you that I got here. Today marks 100 blogs. When I wrote my very first post, I never imagined I would one day be sitting here writing my one hundredth. I wasn’t thinking about numbers back then. I was simply hoping that maybe, just maybe, something I wrote would connect with someone. I started this blog because I wanted to connect with other people who love to read books with a little spice… or maybe a lot of spice. πŸ“šπŸ˜‰ I thought we would spend our time talking about our favourite characters, the books we couldn’t put down, and those stories that stayed with us long after we turned the last page. But somewhere along the way… something changed. I started talking about life. I started talking about love… because we all know how I feel about love. I found myself writing about re...

Before the Stories Are Gone 🌹

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink, and pull up a chair. I have been thinking a lot about the treasures we may be missing out on. And I bet you're asking, "What treasures, Lisa?" Let me tell you... The treasures are our grandparents. Yup. I sometimes wonder if we're missing out on one of life's greatest gifts... the older generations. Not because they have all the answers. Not because they never made mistakes. But because they carry decades of stories, wisdom, laughter, heartbreak, and memories that will disappear one day if we never take the time to ask. I loved sitting in my grandparents' homes, especially when my grandmothers were cooking for us. There was something special about watching them make a meal without ever looking at a recipe. The measurements lived in their hands, their hearts, and years of experience. My dad's mom used to laugh and say to my father, "Why does this child always ask ‘why’ after every answe...

πŸ•Š️ Am I Enough?

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair... Let me start by saying these last few months have been an adjustment—but a good one. I've been busy. Learning. Meeting new people. Finding my footing in a new season. Like many new beginnings, there have been moments where I've questioned myself and wondered if I'm doing everything right. But through it all, there's been one thought that's been living rent-free in my head... Why do we spend so much time wondering if we're enough? Sit with that for a moment. I don't think it's because we're weak. I think it's because we care. We want to be a good employee. A good parent. A good friend. A good partner. A good son or daughter. A good person. Somewhere along the way, our desire to do our best quietly becomes the voice that asks... "Am I enough?" And there it is again... Am I enough? Before you know it, your mind starts wandering down so many ...

πŸ“š I'm Chasing That Feeling Again

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair... Sooo... I saw something on the internet the other day that really got me thinking. You all know that I think romance and connection make the world go around... mmm... well, I like almost the same thing in my books. Now don't get me wrong. I love a good insta-love every once in a while, and if they meet and end up in bed that same night... well, child, that's all good too. πŸ˜‚ But not all the time. Give me the slow-burn romance. Give me the stolen glances. The accidental touches. The late-night conversations. The moments when they're fighting their feelings because they're terrified to admit what they're becoming to each other. I want the tension. I WANT the banter. Girl... give me a man who can flirt, tease, challenge her a little, make me laugh, and sprinkle in some dirty talk at just the right moment... Oh Lord, I think I just fainted there for a second. πŸ˜‚ Now don'...

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