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Reality – What It’s Really Like

Reality – What It’s Really Like

This post is part of a series titled, “A-B-Cs – What It’s Really Like”. Each week a new letter and its word will be revealed. Each word’s explanation will illustrate significant personal meaning, application and ultimately demonstrate, What It’s Really Like… Back in 1998 MTV debuted the reality TV s... Read More »

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Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd? Or, Maybe NOT.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd? Or, Maybe NOT.

  So, while I was at a mommy meetup group today with my kids, one of the moms said she heard that having 3 kids is easier than having just 2. I almost spit my water out, after hearing this nonsense! I told her that was a lie. I have 3 and can tell you it isn’t easier. You are outnumbered! That means, one of you has 2 and the other has 1! Maybe when they get older, it gets easier? But I ... Read More »

What “Working Out” Means To Me….

What “Working Out” Means To Me….

I choose to stay active and eat healthy because that is what makes me feel good. It is NOT easy. It is very hard to get into this lifestyle, but trust me….once you are in it, you won’t look back. Now, I haven’t ALWAYS been active and a healthy eater. I have 3 kids, so you can imagine how many times I had to restart my “Healthy Lifestyle”. Everyone is different, so wha... Read More »

All Eyes On Story | WIRL Project

When All Eyes Are On You and Your Story

I spent the majority of last week far from home – in the exotic land of Baltimore, at BlogU’15. It was a remarkable trip- I met dozens of new friends, caught up with even more old friends, learned, laughed, danced my ass off, and was beyond honored to be chosen by the Huffington Post for the Term Paper of the Year - an award to recognize the best of blogging over the past year. This aw... Read More »

Abuse WIRL Project

W.I.R.L. To Come From An Abusive Childhood… Growing as an Adult

Hi all! I’m Nicole. I’ve contemplated for days and weeks just how I would write my story. I’ve felt guilty and convinced myself how wrong it could be telling the world about the ugly life I lived. It wasn’t until today, that I realized my story may help someone, including myself, as I begin my long journey of letting go. I hope you can too. I wasn’t even sure how I wo... Read More »

The Harsh Reality of Going Home: Michael Carter-Williams’ Story of Life On and Off the Court

The Harsh Reality of Going Home: Michael Carter-Williams’ Story of Life On and Off the Court

The NCAA tournamet brings a flood of emotions to all of those who follow the action, let alone those who are actually playing in the game. Shrieks, stomping, yelling, and even tears can be normal, but in this case, something seemed really wrong when Michael Carter-Williams looked up and saw his mother distraught and crying. At The Player’s Tribune, he shares his story of why he wanted his te... Read More »

My, How Times…And Traveling Attire Have Changed!

My, How Times…And Traveling Attire Have Changed!

Back in the 80’s, when I took my first flight, airline travel was a BIG deal. You dressed for the trip, not to impress anyone but because it was big deal. I even remember what I wore… a beautiful cream colored cotton cardigan, white blouse, khaki dress slacks and pearls. Hubby wore dress slacks and a polo shirt… typical semi-casual clothing for him. Believe it or not, most of the... Read More »

What It's Really Like to Lose 100 Pounds | WIRL Project

What It’s Like to Lose 100 Pounds

Today I was at the post office. Handing my I.D. to the clerk, she examined it, looked at me, and looked at the photo again. “Wow, you look really different!” I get that response often so wasn’t too surprised. I’ve considered ordering a new driver’s license since I’m slightly worried I’ll get stopped at the airport for not being the actual Sara M. Borgstede... Read More »

Book | WIRL Project

This I Believe

“I believe that taking your last breath does not mean you are dead. I believe that you die twice; once when you take your last breath, and again when someone whispers your name for the last time.” – Banksy When I was 9 years old, my aunt died of cancer. I remember getting the call from my father telling me that she had passed in the night with him by her side. He watched her pass... Read More »