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Celebrating Laughter

Come, come sit with me. Grab your drink and pull up a chair. Laughter. What comes to mind when you think of it? For me, when I think of laughter, I think of release. I think of lightness. I think of the way it softens whatever is happening in the moment… and how everyone just seems a little happier. There’s something beautiful about the sound of it. It’s honest. It’s unfiltered. It’s human. Laughter makes people more open. More approachable. More real. It invites connection without trying too hard. You don’t need a reason to laugh. Sometimes the smallest things spark it — an inside joke, a memory, a teasing comment, a look across the table. And when it comes? It feels like permission. Permission to relax. Permission to enjoy. Permission to just be. And if we’re talking about laughter, then of course I have to give you a memory that makes me laugh every sin...

That Wasn’t My Type… Until It Was

Come, come sit with me. I’ve got my tea, and I’m going to walk down memory lane for a second… lol. Have you ever met someone and at first there’s no attraction? You think, they’re nice… could be a really good friend. You know the feeling. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Yeah… you know where I’m going with this. I remember meeting this guy, and just like I said — he was nice. Nothing more, nothing less. We started talking, having really good conversations. Easy ones. The kind where time slips by without you noticing. I can remember sitting there thinking, well damn… are you just fine-looking. And the intelligence? Out of this world. You know how we all say we have a type — and we get tunnel vision on that type. Any other guy doesn’t even register. We’re convinced we know exactly what we want. And then… the one you least expect sneaks up on you. BOOM. You’re in love. ๐Ÿ˜‚ But let me say this — it wasn’t the looks that did it. It was truly the connection . And the fact that he could make me laugh. ...

From the Background to the Front: A New Season Begins

Come, come sit with me. Oh my goodness… it has been an interesting start to January. LOL — it really has. The month began with me telling you I was ready to start a new journey, a new season. And honestly? That part felt good. Exciting, even. But then life stepped in and said, “Hold on.” I caught the flu — and child, it was bad. It took me completely out of commission for five full days. No energy. No words. Just rest. I’m only now starting to feel like myself again, which is also why I missed my Monday blog — the first time since I started writing consistently. That wasn’t easy for me to admit… but it’s part of the truth. So here I am again, stepping back into this journey… and well… uumm… LOL — I’m nervous. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “run away” kind of way. Just that quiet, honest nervousness that shows up when you know you’re standing at the edge of something new. ...

Detours Aren’t Dead Ends

Come, come sit with me — just for a moment. I’ve been quietly reflecting lately on life… on where I’m going. And I know we’ve talked about this before, but stay with me. Think about this. You’re on your path. Things are finally moving. You’re feeling good. Aligned. Hopeful. And then — out of nowhere — your plans get derailed. No warning. No slow unraveling. Just suddenly. You stop and think, What happened? Why did this happen? Especially when you’ve done everything “the right way.” You followed the path. You were patient. You showed up. You trusted the process. And still… you’re hit with disappointment. That kind of disappointment is different. It doesn’t come from recklessness or shortcuts — it comes from faithfulness. And that’s the part that hurts the most. Because when things fall apart there, you don’t just question the moment — you start questioning the meaning of the journey itself. But here’s the thing. What if you sat with the disappoi...

Learning to Rebuild, One Day at a Time.

A gentle note before you read: This post discusses depression and mental health from a personal perspective. Please take care of yourself as you read, and step away if you need to. You are not required to carry this all at once. Come, come sit with me. After sharing my first post, I realized there was more I wanted to explain — not to relive it, but to help you understand. I want to say this again: no two depressions look the same. Most of us don’t even realize we’ve started to fall into a depression. As I shared before, I was living my life thinking I was doing okay. I knew the anger was there, the unhappiness, and a million different thoughts running through my head — but I kept going. From the outside, life looked normal. Then I broke. And I broke hard. After that, it felt like I was in a desert, just wandering around. The months I spent at my friend’s house were the beginning of rebuilding, but I had no idea how long it would take. Healing takes time, and there is...

Holding Space

Love and Life with Lisa ๐ŸŒน Holding Space A conversation about depression, love, boundaries, and the people who stay ๐ŸŒฟ Gentle Note Before We Begin This post contains a personal reflection on depression, grief, and emotional healing. There are no graphic details, but I speak honestly about pain, loss, and the journey back to myself. If today feels tender, please read gently, pause when needed, or come back when it feels right. You are always allowed to take care of your heart. Come, come — sit with me. Grab yourself a drink, and let’s talk about holding space . This is a conversation about depression, love, boundaries, and the people who stay. I’m going to tell you a story, and I want to be honest with you — it’s an emotional one for me. If my words feel heavy at times, or if you sense tears behind them, it’s because I got to t...

Which Romance Book Man Has Your Heart?

Come, come sit with me… I’ve been thinking about the kinds of men we meet in romance books — the ones who make us blush, laugh, cry, or fall a little in love ourselves. Every romance reader has a type, but in these stories? We get to explore them all. Some sweep us away, some break our hearts, and some remind us what love can look like when it finally finds us. So today, let’s talk about the men who stay with us long after the last page — the Grumpy/Sunshine, the Morally Gray Hero, the Possessive Protector, the Single Father, the Bodyguard, the Alpha Hero, the Golden Retriever sweetheart, the Slow Burn Best Friend, the Reformed Playboy, and of course… the Cowboy or Rancher who can melt us with a glance. ๐ŸŒน 1. The Grumpy/Sunshine Duo There is something irresistible about a man who claims he doesn’t need anyone — until one woman walks in with warmth he didn’t know he was starving for. He’ll grumble, roll his eyes, act unimpressed… but the moment she laughs? He’s done. Undern...

Chosen Family

Come, come sit with me. I’ve been struggling this week. I’ve struggled with going back to work — with slipping back into routine after having space to just be . And I’ve struggled with family too… not in the way you might think, because truthfully, I have a great family. Over the Christmas holiday, I read a series of books by Kristen Granata, the East Coast Hockey Series . While reading, I found myself reflecting on families — what they look like, how they function, and what really holds them together. If you’re curious: Start with Book One of the East Coast Hockey Series by Kristen Granata We all know about the families we’re born into… but what about the families we choose? Yes — you can choose your family. I have the boys, and you all know how much I love them. But I have a chosen family too — the ones I choose to love, to share space with, and to just have laughs with. The kind of laughs that reset your whole spirit. In the series, you see different couples, but you...

Being Seen Is Worth the Risk

Spoiler Alert: This post contains spoilers for Heated Rivalry . If you haven’t read the book or watched the series yet and want to experience it fresh, you may want to come back after. Come, come sit with me… Oh child, I have to tell you about this series that’s been living rent-free in my head for three days. And let me be honest right from the start — I’m not even a TV person. I usually don’t get into the hype of shows everyone is raving about. I’ll watch here and there, but binge-watching? That’s not really my thing. But this one? This one pulled me in. I binged it. All of it. And it hit me hard — really hard . My bad… the series was Heated Rivalry . What surprised me wasn’t just the story, but how deeply it stayed with me. It wasn’t background noise. It wasn’t entertainment I forgot once the screen went dark. It lingered — in the quiet moments, in my thoughts, in my heart. While the series powerfully explores coming out as gay, wha...

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