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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...
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A Soft Place to Land

Come, come sit with me. Grab a drink and settle in for this one. I got a phone call the other day that pulled a memory back to the surface — one I hadn’t thought about in a long time, but clearly hadn’t forgotten. I had this friend. We grew up together. Shared history, shared years, shared life. And for over a year, she had been carrying something she wanted to tell me about herself… but she hesitated. See, she knew I came from a Christian background. And she was afraid. Afraid she’d lose my friendship. Afraid I’d treat her differently. Afraid I’d judge her. So one night, she finally called me and said, “We need to talk. I need to tell you something.” I remember saying, “Okay.” And even through the phone, I could hear how nervous she was — the pauses, the breath she had to take before the words finally came out. But she found the courage. And she told me. We talked until five in the morning — and let me tell you, work the next day was rough . LOL. By the end of ...
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I Told You to Start… So I Did Too

Come, come sit with me… grab a drink. Well my fair people, I have a story to tell you about a turtle. You know a turtle is slow moving. It doesn’t rush. It peeks its head out when it feels safe. It carries its shell and moves at its own pace. But here’s the thing about a turtle… It still gets to its destination. In the right time. For a while, I’ve been that turtle. The blog was me sticking my head out. Testing the air. Finding my voice. But stepping fully out of the shell? That took a little more courage. Back on November 12, I wrote a blog telling you to start whatever was on your heart. And I can’t very well tell you to step out of your comfort zone… While I do nothing. Sooo… The podcast was started. And let me tell you — It is WAY, WAY out of my comfort zone. But damn… It was fun. I’ve quietly recorded four episodes. Four. No big announcement. No fireworks. Just me, a mic, and courage. The turtle is moving. Yecks and all. But she...
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Why We Still Believe in Love — Even After Heartbreak

Come, come sit with me and grab yourself a drink. I’ve been on a love kick this whole month and, to be honest, it’s just been sitting heavy on my heart. As you all know, I love love. But if we’re going to talk about love, we also have to talk about the other side of it. Heartbreak. Remember that boy back in the day — the one you were convinced was the one ? The one who made your stomach flip and your imagination run wild? Only to find out he liked someone else. And just like that… your first little crack in the heart. Did we survive those heartbreaks? Yes. Yes, we did. But surviving and staying untouched are two very different things. Every heartbreak takes something. A little innocence. A little softness. A little trust. And after enough of them, you start to wonder… Do I even have anything left to give? Being in love is beautiful. It fills you. It lights you up. It makes the world feel bigger. But when you’ve carried a lot of heartbreak? Your mind ...
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Sexy Is a Feeling, Not a Size

Come, come sit with me. Get comfortable with your drink. I’ve got my tea. So… I was driving home today after getting my hair done, and I have to tell you — I was feeling good. Not just happy, but confident. Comfortable. A little sexy, if I’m being honest. And I know what you’re thinking — okay Lisa, isn’t that a good thing? Yes. Yes, it is. But here’s my truth. I haven’t really liked myself lately. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way that anyone else would probably notice. Just quietly. Subtly. The kind of feeling that creeps in when life gets busy and you forget to check in with yourself. And as I was driving, it hit me why. I stopped doing the things that help me feel good. For me, feeling good isn’t about how I look — it’s about how I connect with myself. When I move my body — even if it’s just a 20-minute walk — something shifts. The tension releases. The worries quie...
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Love in Action

Come, come sit with me. Let’s talk love. Yes, I know… love feels like it’s in the air for me lately, and I want to talk about it. That word — love — can mean so many different things. But for me? Love without action means very little. Let’s sit with that for a moment. Valentine’s Day just passed. And I’m sure women and men all over the world received gifts and flowers — and that is GREAT . Truly. But uummm… why does it have to live on just one day? Love with action needs to be repeated. Because it’s not just in romantic relationships. It’s in all relationships. And when I say action, I don’t mean something expensive. I don’t mean grand gestures. I don’t mean over-the-top moments. What I mean is the little things people do in our lives. When I go home to visit the boys, one of my brothers gets up early with me before I leave and cooks me pancakes — because he knows they’re my favourite. Love in action. I asked my friend what keeps her and her partner to...
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No Need to Change

Come, come sit with me. Grab your drink and let’s settle in. This has been buzzing in my head for a while now. You know when you meet someone — whether they become a friend, a lover, or just someone who walks into your life — and at first everything feels easy. You like them as they are. Their quirks, their habits, the way they show up in the world. It’s part of what draws you in. But somewhere along the way, something shifts. Without even realizing it, we start wanting them to be a little different. Quieter. Louder. Softer. Stronger. More like what we think they should be. And suddenly, the very things we were drawn to… are the things we’re trying to change. Let me tell you a truth about me and my bestie. I am geographically challenged. Directions and me? We are not friends. My friend knows this about me — she really does. And yet, when we travel together, she still gives me directions like I know exactly where I’m going. I’ll look at her and say, “You’r...
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Cooking - A Love Language

Oh child… come, come sit with me. Grab your drink. Love is truly in the air — mmm, I can feel it. Sooo… we all have these love languages, or so I’m told. And if that’s true? Then cooking is definitely one of mine . Child… I can do my talking just with the food I make. 😉 No long speeches required. I love everything about making a meal. The planning of the dishes. The food shopping — can you hear my excitement? And then comes the cooking. Chopping, stirring, tasting, putting it all together. It’s my happy place. The smells, the warmth, the quiet rhythm of it all — it settles me in a way nothing else does. Okay… memory time. Actually — two memories. Because cooking is love, so let’s spread it around. My friend loves chicken. Anything with chicken. If it clucks, she’s happy. So one night I made her a lemon and feta chicken dish with roasted potatoes. Simple, comforting, made with care. And honestly? What makes my heart sing isn’t even the cooking...
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No One Is Coming to Save Us

Come, come sit with me. Okay — I’m going to be very honest in this one. And I already know some of you may feel uncomfortable reading it. This isn’t an attack. This isn’t advice. This is simply how I feel . I am so damn tired of people who move through life believing the world owes them a living. Yes — I said it. Listen, we all have responsibilities in today’s world. And sometimes? We have meltdowns. Trust me, I have them too. Just ask the boys — they’ve seen and heard more than a few of mine. LOL. But here’s the difference. I get back up. I dust myself off. And I start looking for solutions. Do solutions come quickly? No. Not always. Sometimes they take time. Sometimes they take patience. Sometimes they take a few wrong turns before the right one finally shows up. But what I do know — without question — is this: It is up to me to get moving. I don’t expect someone else to do the work for me. I don...
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Wedding Things No One Warns You About (But You’ll Laugh Later)

Come, come sit with me. Romance is in the air lately — I swear it’s floating everywhere. So naturally, my blog this week is about weddings. And yes… I’m a little giddy over it. Ha ha ha. Because let’s be honest — we’ve all been to weddings where certain things happen. You know exactly what I mean. You will not eat your own meal. At all. Cold chicken is still a win. Every single time. Shoes are a suggestion, not a commitment. They tried. It didn’t last. Someone cries before the ceremony even starts. It’s never who you expect. You already know who it was. The schedule will absolutely fall apart — and somehow, no one will notice but you. And yes, you will notice. One guest will take their role way too seriously. They appointed themselves. One guest will ignore the dress code entirely. Always. There is always someone who turns the open bar into a personal c...
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