Author: Laura Packard

Spring has sprung.          Then clocks were flung – when some of us realized we’d lost an hour’s worth of sleep.          Where does the time go, really?

Food, as in egg coloring, for thought: Growing up, I believed with all my heart about all things magical. Jolly Ole St. Nick, the itty bitsy fairy that traversed time and space with a single tooth twice its size, mischievous leprechauns and a super cute Cupid, plump with his very own bow.

The Honorable General Beauregard Lee of the great state of Georgia was right on the money again.  Spring has come early this year.

Sleepless in Seattle is one of my favorite rom/com movies, ever. And my favorite quote comes from Rosie O’Donnell’s caustic, yet lovable character, Becky. After reading a letter she and Meg Ryan’s Annie, assumed came from Mr. Sleepless himself (instead of his eight-year-old son), she reminds us “verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it’s our pathetic need for it that gets us into to so much trouble in the first place.” Amen, Becky. Amen and God Bless, Nora Ephron, actually.

Writers Note: It’s been seven years, y’all. Seven years since sweet William broke his tiny, little bones. He’s now 14… same age as his cousin Margot. It’s also seven years since I looked 37 in the FACE and began to face my own fears as a writer and put myself OUT THERE. Where is that? I still don’t know, but I am still loving it all on the brink of my 45th birthday, seven years later. Much love to you all . . .

I don’t mean to brag but . . .  I just finished my diet in only 3 hours and 12 minutes.    I read that somewhere the other day and laughed.     See, here at the Packard household, one of us finished in 1 hour, 2 minutes and 59 seconds.    Try and beat that.

Everywhere you look these days, it seems something needs fixing. And this something not only needs to be fixed but it then must be flipped, fluffed, inflated, puffed up, “pinterested” and embellished. It’s as if nothing really is good enough… as is.

When God called, it was a little angel that answered.          She was a mere week old, having just shyly earned her wings.          “I have something of grave importance to ask of you,” He said to her.          “Of course.” Though uncertain, she spoke clearly and with great sincerity. “Anything.”

Fads come and go.             But the basics never change.             And there is a very real reason for it.

It’s boot scootin’ time, y’all.          And no I don’t line dance. But I do love, especially when there is a slight chill in the air, pulling out, pulling on and prancing around in one of my well-worn pairs of cowboy boots.