Back to school for all those kids that kept you on your toes all summer. Time to breathe and take a moment for yourself, or is it? Between helping with homework assignments, making cookies for the class and all those extra after school expectations, can you enjoy the solitude of your own company?

On any given day, people surprise us, whether it's with kindness, rudeness, intelligence, or stupidity. However, it's the stupidity, often wrapped in entitlement, that permeates deep and Dances on that last nerve. They always seem to blame everyone else for their thoughtlessness or mistakes. The bottom line is, it's not my fault you're stupid

When someone touches your life in a very real way, no matter how small...it lingers. We may not even notice at the time but years later those emotional echoes surface as they cross our minds

It's easy to see toxic traits in other people's relationships, friendships, and family dynamics. However, tempered with our own kindness, toxicity seems more nuanced in our own reality. We keep giving the benefit of the doubt and making plausible excuses. Maybe, we should listen when someone points out those toxic traits we are too close to see. 

Oh Darlin', do we have a fun show for you. When you hear a note and it reminds you of a song, especially if those songs come with a story we are singing ditties and sharing time. When that song, gets stuck in your head mid conversation and you just can't shake it off, pass it off to someone else. Yes, it is the bothersome earworm and it is contagious. As usual, our Storytime shows are open to everyone, so please join us.

Many of us have treasured items inherited from or made by people we love: Grandma's quilt, the sweater your mom made, the trinket box your uncle made you, the ornaments you made with your Aunt, a custom scarf from a cherished friend. Is it the item, the memories, or the love that turns it into a treasure? What is it about items made with love that elevated them in your heart? 

Too often we find that when we get what we thought we wanted, it isn't as joyful or fulfilling as we thought it would be. It's not that there's no joy in it, it's just... less than. Maybe we attach a how for unrealistic changes. Maybe we are more excited about the idea of it, the possibilities of it and the reality falls short. Sometimes see think of we have this or if we do that we'd be happy or happier. Other times, we get exactly what we want and we are still miserable.

From harmless chatter to reputation-shattering rumors, we all have something to say. From expert advice to sarcastic wit, how do our words hit with our families and friends? How do our own words land to others? Grab some sweet tea- let's head out to the porch swing and chat. Because Everybody Talks Shit.

At one point or another, we've all wondered how we got in a situation. It's easy to search for others to blame. It's not our fault this happened, it can't be. But, oh, Sweetie, sometimes, it's our own doing. Can YOU name the times when it's your own damn fault?

An empty vessel, a blank page, a notebook ready to capture dreams, emotions, art, or thoughts... words want to purge, sometimes, they just can't. Whether it's a new beginning or making space enough to breathe, what does a blank page represent to you?