The Columbia Inn at Peralynna

Columbia Inn

I know I said I would post about my business trip this past weekend, but time just got away from me and I’ve been busy with Christmas traditions, which I hope to post about as well.

Anyway, last week I went on a business trip and I stayed at the beautiful Inn pictured above. It is my new favorite place near Baltimore, and I will be staying there again!

The inside was beautifully decorated for Christmas and the Inn is filled with all kinds of cool, old artifacts!

Between 6-9 every night they have “Happy Hour,” where they serve complimentary white wine, cheese, fruit, and desserts in the beautiful dinning hall.

dinnning hall

The gentleman, David who runs the Inn told me that the lady who had stayed in my room earlier this year wrote a series called “The Lilac Code,” and it was based on this Inn. He proceeded to tell me that the story was about the people who were staying at the Inn who all happened to be undercover CIA agents. He also told me that his wife, Cynthia was born in Germany and raised in a CIA home and the design of the Inn was based off of said CIA home. The Inn is very old, I believe it belonged to Cynthia’s grandparents, and I’m assuming they owned the home she grew up in, in Germany as well, but I’m not sure. Apparently there is a secret passageway at this Inn that no one has discovered since the 1960’s. So of course, I walked around picking up every candle stick, pushing on all of the walls, running my foot along the baseboards. I want to go back when I have more time to actually spend at the Inn where I can truly go exploring!!

I felt like I was in one of those Hallmark Christmas movies where the guests all get together and the owners serve hot cocoa and cookies and everyone acts as if they are old friends. That’s the vibe I got from this place, the people were all so lovely, the food was delicious, and to say the staff was hospitable would be an understatement.

All of the rooms are equipped with either Jacuzzi tubs or walk-in showers, robes (which excited me more than it should have,) and Tempurpedic mattresses! My suite was known as the “Renaissance Suite,” and I could easily make myself at home. I could definitely understand how an author would spark creativity by staying there. There were parts of the Inn that got my creative juices flowing too, and I came away with a new idea for a book!

If you ever find yourself in or around Columbia, Maryland I highly recommend this Inn. As I was leaving, David shook my hand and told me he hoped to see me again. I told him I was already making plans for my return and that it was an absolute pleasure meeting him and his lovely wife. He then asked me if I knew what they said about the Inn. “We call this this hotel Maryland,” he said, “It’s like the hotel California, only here you can leave, but you must come back.” It made me chuckle! He was so delightful!

I’ll leave you with some of my favorite pictures of the place.

Love & life lessons,


Christmas tree

Beautiful tree in the dinning hall.


I made a new friend! 🙂

french toast

They served complimentary made to order breakfasts every morning.


Cool Art Deco Statue in the dinning hall.


I love this Santa they had sitting in the lobby.


Enjoying the robe!!


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Many Layers


Hello, friend, it’s been a while!

I am currently sitting on a king size, Tempurpedic mattress, with a lovely European, Gothic headboard, the fire placing is roaring, I’m watching a cheesy, Hallmark Christmas movie, and the Italian Marble shower with amazing water pressure is calling my name. I am in Columbia, Maryland on a business trip, which is why it has taken me so long to write. At least a week’s worth (if not more) of training has been rammed into 3 days and my brain is completely fried.

I have wanted to write about this awesome Inn I am staying in, but I just haven’t been up to the task, so you can look forward to that post sometime this weekend. I have so many things I want to tell  you about! Even though it’s for business I’ve had a great experience, and I really have learned a lot.

I came on this trip with my colleague, Tom, and he mentioned to me the other night that he’s learning more and more things about me that he never knew, and he’s really seen me let my hair down while on this trip. I explained to him that I’m tired of hiding parts of myself away out of fear that people will think I’m weird. The older I get the less I care what people think, and it truly is freeing. So I have also decided to start sharing even more of who I truly am with you, too! I have been doing this all along, but the more and more I write, the more I find myself putting more of myself into my words, letting myself bleed in ink.

There’s a beautiful dinning area here at The Columbia Inn at Peralynna with a view of a beautiful Christmas tree. In the dinning area they serve complimentary white wine and cheese. I decided to treat myself to a small glass (although, I prefer red,) and “I’ve got Rhythm,” by George Gershwin played. I swayed around the area by the Christmas tree and when I looked up, David, the elderly gentleman who runs this Inn was standing, watching me. He apologized for staring, but he said he’s never seen someone allow themselves to let their hair down quite so freely, and I told him that I’ve decided to allow myself to do that more often because life is too short not to relish in the moments that make us happy, and I love music and Christmas trees. He laughed. We started talking, and I’ll write more about that in a later blog post because he discussed the history of this Inn, but it made me fall in love with this place even more. Honestly, if I had the means I think I’d try to buy it.

Anyway, back to my conversation with Tom, he learned that I love horror stories and that I’m currently lost in a book I’m reading Titled “Hell House“by RIchard Matheson. He also learned that I love funk music, something that a lot of people probably don’t know about me. We also talked about very personal issues, and I love that he felt he could bare his soul with me, and although it was personal it didn’t feel awkward or forced in anyway, and I loved getting to know him a little better, and I think he enjoyed getting to know me better as well.

On the way back to the Inn after our dinner tonight, he told me that I have many layers and I agreed. I do have very many layers. I believe he was referring to my eclectic taste in pretty much all areas of life. For instance, I was telling him how much I love Baltimore, how much I love the city lights at night, bridges, and the history most cities have to offer, but I also love the mossy Oaks, babbling brooks, and starry skies of the country. I love gorgeous hills and mountains, I love oceans and sandy beaches, I just love nature, and I explained how I could never tire of weeping willows, sunsets, or the moon, and he proceeded to tell me I was deep. Again, I agreed. You just have to peel back the layers to find out how deep, and not everyone has the patience or the desire to want to get to know me and all my depth, but I truly appreciate those who do!

So tonight, friend, I raise a glass to you and all of your layers, because I love learning about the depths of people. Please embrace all of your layers, and relish in all of life’s moments that bring you joy because life is just too short not to.

Also, enjoy this piece of funk by The Temptations, one of my favorite bands!

Love & life lessons,


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I Miss My Mom

mom & me

“I’ll like you forever, I’ll love you for always, as long as I’m living your baby I’ll be.”

I have mentioned before how writing is therapeutic for me. I have found that when I jot my feeling down on paper I feel so much better afterwards. I started this blog for selfish reasons, I will admit, but I also wanted to reach others who might be facing similar issues, but I had no idea when I started this little blog three years ago that it would blow up the way it has. I’m so grateful for the connections I’ve made through it!

If you’ve been following me for a while you know that I lost my mother three years ago, the timing of my blog couldn’t have been more perfect, but I went back recently and read my very first blog post, and I think back then I knew deep down I was going to lose her. Anyway, I like to talk about the process of grieving as it comes, and say the things that people typically don’t tell you when you lose a loved one, because I think it’s important, and I wish someone had told me what to expect ahead of time, so if I can help someone else through grief, that’s the best gift I think I can offer.

People will often tell you that the first Christmas, birthday, whatever without your loved one is the hardest. That was not the case for me. That first year was hard, don’t get me wrong, but I think I was sort of in denial. It felt like she was going to show up at any moment, or that she was just away but not that I would never see her again. The second year was harder, but this year, for some reason, has been the hardest. I’m not sure if it’s because some other life issues are hitting me hard and I’m longing to have one of our long chats, where I bare my soul over a cup of coffee and let the tears flow freely and listen to my mom’s sound advice. I’m feeling a bit lost if I’m being honest. This morning I had to make a conscious effort just to get out of bed. I actually had to think about every step I needed to take to make it to work this morning.

I started decorating my house for Christmas last weekend, and I was actually really excited, but then I started cleaning, dusting baseboards, knocking down cobwebs, scrubbing floors, etc., and I just kept putting off putting up the rest of the decorations, especially the tree. My tree still isn’t up and I realized just this morning that I’ve been putting it off because I know that my heart is going to break when I open up that box of ornaments and see all of the ones that should still be at my parent’s house and on their Christmas tree.

People will also tell you that all it takes is a sight, smell, or sound to make you think of the one you’ve lost. I’m here to tell you that sometimes it takes nothing, nothing at all. You’ll be driving down the road, not listening to anything, not thinking about anything other than the car in front of you, and out of nowhere BAM! It feels like a ton of bricks has been thrown at your chest and you have to pull the car over just to catch your breath.

Thanksgiving was tough, I broke down multiple times because all I could think about was how she should still be here. I feel like I was robbed!! Robbed of more time that I should have had to do all of the things we dreamed of doing together! She was only 66-years-old, that’s hardly old! Christmas was her favorite holiday, how am I going to do this? How am I going to make it through another Christmas when I barely made it through Thanksgiving?

I am heartbroken, devastated, and extremely angry!! I want to go somewhere and scream until my lungs burn, my eyes sting because I can literally no longer cry. I want to break something!! I’m worried about what December 26th is going to be like for me this year, I’m not sure if I should be alone or surrounded by people. I’m not sure if I should just stay in bed and cry all day or try to get out of the house, out of the county, out of the state. I just don’t know.

I made a promise to my mom. I think somehow she knew that it was going to happen during the holidays. She made me promise her that I wouldn’t stop celebrating the holidays. She made me promise that I would still carry on our traditions, and decorate, and do all of things I’ve always loved doing. So I will, I’m not going to break my promise to her, but it takes an effort. I have to force myself to do this, and that’s just not me.I LOVE this time of year, I really do!!

Another thing people often don’t say is that when someone so close to you dies it impacts your life so much that it changes you. I am still me, my core hasn’t changed, but certain things are different. The inner child in me doesn’t shine as bright as she used to, and it took me three years to understand that it’s okay. Of course I’m not going to be the same Kristian I was before my mom died because the day she died she took a piece of me with her, and it changed me irrevocably. It’s an insurmountable loss and people who also tell you it will get better with time must not have loved so deeply. I don’t say that to be mean or harsh, but I will NEVER get over this loss. I will assure you that it does get easier. You learn how to live with the loss, and there are good days, but I think I’m always going to have days where I feel beaten down because I miss her so much.

People will also say things like you haven’t lost her, she’s still with you, and that’s true! She is still with me. I feel her presence often, and she sends me signs, especially when I need her most to let me know that she’s still here, she’s still a part of me, and that’s a great comfort, but it’s not the same. Some days I NEED to hear her voice, I NEED to feel her arms around me, she gave the best hugs! I NEED to see her, and I’ll never get those opportunities, not here in this lifetime anyway, and that hurts. Don’t ever let anyone tell you not to miss your lost loved one, don’t ever let anyone tell you that so much time has passed and it’s time to move on. It’s perfectly normal to miss someone you loved so much. It’s perfectly normal to take mental health days, and it is perfectly normal to not be okay, some days. Today is one of those days for me. I am not okay. I very rarely ask for help or reach out when I’m feeling down, but I’m learning more and more to allow myself to do that. I’m always willing to extend my arms to others and lend a listening ear, and I know the people who care about me will do the same, so I need to stop being afraid to let them know when I need them.

I need you friends, I need words of encouragement, positive vibes, prayers, and whatever you can give me, and if by chance I cross your mind on December 26th, please reach out. I have a feeling I’m going to need all the support I can get that day too!

Thank you for reading, thank you for listening, thank you for being here.

Love & life lessons,


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Our Own Language

long distance

Hidden in lines

such sweet, sweet candor.

A language of our own,

through which I meander.

Hand me no roses,

that’s not what I need.

The world is full enough

of pettiness and greed.

Please see these words

and heed them true,

words to impress

are not what I spew.

What I give you is me,

both messy and neat.

I won’t play on these words

just to make rhymes complete.

Pretending to be something I’m not

is not something I do.

So if you like what you see,

I’m happy to be

written in ink here with you.

Although right now, we are a part

you are still with me,

in my thoughts,

and in my heart.





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Love & The Country #17 -Playing Games


I was talking with a good friend of mine not too long ago about relationships, and we spoke of how when people date they will not text their date for 3 days because that’s the appropriate amount of time to wait before making the next move. I really don’t understand this, I mean are there really such rules? If you like someone, why not just tell them? Why do we have to complicate things?

I’m guilty of this too. I find myself in new friendships holding back from wanting to comment on a lot of their posts, or talk to them frequently because I don’t want to bother them, but what if I’m missing out on something really great by doing this? If I have an urge to talk to someone, wouldn’t it be better for me to do so rather than hold back? What if it’s my intuition is telling me that this person needs someone to talk to? But again, if someone wants to reach out to me, wouldn’t they do it, or are they living in fear as well, afraid they will bother or annoy me?

My thoughts on all of this is that if you want to get to know someone, why not just tell them? If you find something interesting about someone why not just tell them? If you get rejected, chances are that person was not your kind of people anyway. When has speaking your mind become such a bad thing? Granted, I understand there’s a time for everything & in certain circumstances it is better to keep your mouth shut, but when did we become so afraid to say how we feel?

I have friends who are big into politics but they don’t talk about their beliefs out of fear of offending someone. I don’t typically talk politics on here because I get so frustrated and depressed, and that’s not what I want this blog to be about, but if I’m truly passionate about something I do speak up. I don’t want to offend anyone, but if it happens, it happens, and I apologize profusely if I ever have offended any of you. I’m not intentionally going to hurt someone’s feelings, I’m not racist, sexist, or a bully. I don’t care too much for labels, things are so rarely black and white. I admit I lean towards the left, but that does not mean I completely disagree with everything on the right side. I’m sorry, I just personally believe the left is a little more caring of ALL humans than the right, but again, that doesn’t mean that all conservatives are only out for themselves or don’t put the needs of others first. I’m entitled to my beliefs just as any one else, so why should I be afraid to speak them?

The point I’m trying to make here, friends, is that life is short and we need to make the most of it. So if you like someone, tell them. If you want to get to know someone better, tell them. If you find yourself thinking of someone, tell them. If you miss someone, pick up the phone and make plans, if you feel the need to express your thoughts and feelings, do so. If someone doesn’t like it, that’s okay, you will not please everyone, there will be people that don’t like you, but what does it matter? There will be people you connect with, there will be people you share common interests with, people you can talk to in times of need, people who will say the right thing at the right moment and leave you feeling overjoyed! Rejection sucks, yes, but it’s worth it when you do find your people, because that feeling is one of the best feelings on earth!

I implore you, start speaking up, make a stand, reach out to others, show kindness. In a world so full of hate, anger, and violence, we need love, light, and compassion. It’s the only way we are going to stop it, and we can’t do that by remaining silent!

Join me, won’t you?

Love & life lessons,


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Room By Room Part 3

Welcome back!

If you missed the first two parts of the story, you can read them below:

Part One

Part Two

Room By Room Part 3


Tom awoke in his bed, alone. He reached for Brandy, but she wasn’t there, worried that it was all a dream he reached for the pillow next to him to see if it had her scent, but there was no pillow. He started to panic but when he went to sit up he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. I’m right here.” Her soft words spoke and his panic settled.

Tom tried to reach for her, but he realized he couldn’t roll his body, he looked down at the casts on both of his legs, on his left arm, and he looked up at Brandy to find her sobbing.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I thought I lost you.” She whispered, letting the tears flow freely down her cheeks. “I prayed that if God couldn’t save you, then for him to take us both, because I couldn’t live in a world without you. Suddenly the lyrics made sense.”

“What lyrics.”

“In your house, I long to be, room by room, patiently, I’ll wait for you there, like a stone. I’ll wait for you there alone.”

Tom arched his brow, giving her a confused look.

“Those lyrics were written about an old man who was waiting for death because everyone he loved passed on before him, and while I know it wasn’t a love song, I understood, because all I want is to be wherever you are.”

He looked at her, tears rolling down his cheeks, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“We were in an accident.”

He didn’t give her the chance to continue before asking, “Are you okay?”

She chuckled, “You were in a coma, and you’re asking me if I’m okay.”

She continued to tell him about how they were in a horrific accident, a truck overturned and rammed right into the drivers side door, Tom lost control of the car, hit head and was knocked unconscious, and somehow, she had come out unscathed, and she didn’t understand why because after all the hell she had been through she didn’t think she was capable of surviving this one. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t make it.”

“Not even death could take me away from you, my dear.”

After coming so close to death Tom decided he was going to start living life to the fullest, he was going to chase waves, go whale watching, and he wanted to do it all with the woman who was standing beside him, who loved him so much she was willing to die just to be with him. It may be cliche, but Romeo and Juliet has always been his favorite love story. She was more of a Heathcliff and Catherine fan, but both stories spoke of how love is so strong not even death could break it, and isn’t that what love is, eternal?

I hope I did this story justice. It’s not my best work, but the only way I’ll get better is keep writing. I had a little trouble with this last part. The last song was sort of difficult, and I realize I could have used to song anyway I wanted, I didn’t have to keep it to what Chris Cornell’s meaning was behind it, however; I did sort of make it my own, but I love the deep lyrics of this song so much, and I love a challenge, so that’s why I kept it as part of the story.

Thank you so much for reading!!

Kristian L. Weigman

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Room By Room Part 2

I followed a writing prompt and came up with this story. If you missed the first part you can read it below:

Part One

Room By Room Part 2

dancing 2

Brandy was very taken with Tom, he was unlike any other man she had ever met, and that rareness pulled her in quickly. He was the first man that didn’t compliment her looks, he still hadn’t, instead he complimented her talent, which in this case was her cooking, he complimented her intelligence, her taste in movies and music, and her kindness. She appreciated that, it meant he saw so much more than just her physical appearance, he actually saw her. A part of her hoped he found her attractive, and she hoped he’d tell her one day, maybe the next time she’s dressed up or the next time he sees her bright smile.

About a week had passed since their first date and she couldn’t stop thinking of him. She had noticed him right away, she remembered the first night he came into her bar. She remembered thinking he had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome, maybe not by society’s standards, but he was the man of her dreams. He had shared some of his writing with her, and she couldn’t get over how beautifully he could write, he was also an artist, and a fabulous cook. She wondered if he could dance or play guitar, she wasn’t sure she could handle it if he had all of her weaknesses.

She was petrified as she felt herself falling. She had been betrayed by someone she never thought would betray her, and the pain of that betrayal is still very much a part of her, but she has always been an all or nothing type of girl, so if she agreed to give herself to Tom, he would have to understand her pain, he would have to be patient because she refuses to give him just the best of her, he would get all of her, every flaw, every mistake, every bad decision she ever made. He would see her clumsiness, how she trips over air, runs into walls, and hurts herself on a daily basis. He would see her weird little quirks, like how she slides around the linoleum in her socks, or when she’s barefoot she slaps her feet against it because she likes the way it sounds. He would see her laugh hysterically over cheesy jokes, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he would find her sense of humor endearing or just weird. Would he think she was fun or would he run away screaming. Does he even really think of her, she still wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with him.

The truth is Brandy needs to be saved from herself. She’s kind and compassionate to everyone except herself, she continues to beat herself up over and over again. She puts unrealistic expectations on herself and then gets so disappointed when she doesn’t achieve said expectations. She turns to anything that will comfort her, and she found herself wanting him to be her source of comfort instead of a bottle of wine.

What Brandy didn’t realize was that Tom was more like her than she thought, and it was possible that he needed her to save him just as much as she needed him to save her, but neither of them knew it. Both of them have felt the sting of betrayal, both of them have known the pain of giving a love that was not reciprocated as fully as it was given, and both of them have always wanted someone that would always be in their corner.

Brandy was tired of hiding parts of herself away and she wanted Tom to fall in love with her, but she wanted him to fall in love with all of her and her many layers, so she continued to spew all of her mistakes, all of the bad decisions she’s made, her lost friendships, her regrets, her imperfections, and like the gentleman he is, Tom sat at the table across from her, listening to everything she had to say. When she was finally finished he grabbed her hands.

“Don’t you dare look down at the floor, look at me sweetheart.”

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst.

“How can you not know that I’m crazy about you? How do you not know that I lie awake every night thinking about a future with you? You wonder if I ever really think about you, my dear, the truth is I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first time you told me hello.”

Brandy had tears falling from her eyes, but the smile on her face told Tom that she was happy with his choice of words.

He wiped her tears away with his thumbs.”I want to learn everything there is to know about you, Brandy. I want to peel off every single layer that makes you, and I want to learn every single layer intimately. I want to learn what your passions are, your pet peeves, what makes you tick. I want to know what drives you crazy, what your guilty pleasures are. I want to learn all of your favorites, I want to learn how to win your heart.”

“You already have, I couldn’t help falling for you, even if I wanted to. I want to learn everything there is to know about you as well. I want you to teach me about the sports I don’t know, and I want to impress you with my knowledge of baseball and football. I want to know what music you listen to when you need inspiration, I want to know what you were like as a child. I want late night conversations where I can ask you anything, even if it’s something completely random and doesn’t make much sense. I want to dance around my kitchen with you when it’s the middle of the day and we’re passing each other by to refill our coffee.”

She was nervous and so she started to ramble once again about all of the things that were wrong with her and how she’s a mess, but Tom pulled her by her waist and dropped his gaze to her lips and she couldn’t form a coherent thought, let along actually speak. He leaned in slowly, gently pressing his plump lips to hers, and the kiss was soft, sweet, and he tasted like sweet tobacco and mint. She wrapped her hands around his neck, caressing the back of his head. He pulled her even closer and deepened the kiss, his hand roaming up her neck and into her hair, she had never felt so loved and desired by anyone. She had never been kissed like that, and it was the best kiss of her life.

“Where have you been all my life?” She asked him.

He chuckled.. “Too far away from you my love, but I promise, in the next life I will find you sooner.”

She smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through her hair, while his other hand gently rubbed her back. She wanted to freeze time and make this moment last, she didn’t want him to let her go.

“Thank you,” she whispered.


“Saving me.”

Another week had passed and she was standing in her kitchen baking Christmas cookies. She was dancing around in her Christmas leggings and a white tank top, her hair was pulled up on her head, she wasn’t wearing any make up, and she was sliding around in her Christmas socks as she grabbed the ingredients she needed, unaware of Tom’s gaze. He was leaning against the entry way, his weight shifted on his right leg as his left one crossed over it. His arms were folded and he was enjoying the show she was unknowingly putting on for him. He walked in the kitchen, clearing his throat to make his presence known. She smiled up at him and he walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I love you like this, completely natural, dancing around your kitchen, you look so adorable in your Christmas outfit.”

“You think I’m adorable?”

He laughs, “Of course I do. I think you’re beautiful.” He kisses her temple and turns her so she’s facing him. You really didn’t know?”

“I assumed you must think I’m pretty, but I wasn’t actually sure.”

He kissed her gently. “My dear, sweet Brandy, every man on the planet thinks your beautiful. I’m still wondering how out of all the men in the world, your eyes found mine.”

“My eyes have nothing to do with it, darling, my heart has been beating to the tune of yours for my entire life. I’m just glad I finally found you.”

They spent the remainder of the day dancing in her kitchen, baking cookies, and acting like the fools they are.  Brandy couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face as he held her close to him. Finally, she was home.

To be continued…

This is the song I imagined Brandy dancing to:

Kristian L. Weigman

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Soulful Sunday Songs #3

I have loved Ed Sheeran since the first time I heard him sing “Thinking Out Loud.” I watched a performance of his on Austin City Limits (I really want to go there one day,) and I was blown away. He will play a guitar part, sing back up, or keep the beat, he will record that part, and then go on singing the rest of the song, he’s so talented, and I just love his voice. I have a new found respect for him after seeing that performance.

I heard this song during the last winter Olympics when an ice skater chose this song to skate to, and I fell in love with it. The guitar moves me, of course, I just can’t help buy sway to it. The passion behind Ed Sheeran’s voice, you can just tell he puts is soul into it. I love that!! Raw, unadulterated, emotion!! There’s nothing better! I think this why I also really like poetry, it takes courage to bare your soul with other people, and it’s something I greatly admire.

Dive by Ed Sheeran


Love & life lessons,



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Room By Room

A few days ago I watched one of my all time favorite romantic comedies, “When Harry Met Sally.”  It’s such a feel good movie, and it left me wanting to write a romance of my own. I am still working on my novel, and I’ve been writing it frequently, but I’ve hit a block and I’m not sure where to go with it, so I decided to take a short break from it. I have found that focusing on other projects often sparks my creativity and I’m able to get back to my work in progress.

I came across a writing prompt that instructed to put a playlist on shuffle. The first song is used to describe the protagonist, the second song is used to describe the second character, and the third song is used to describe their relationship.

I will share the songs at the end, but here is the start of my story:

Room By Room

Thomas Wilbury sat at the bar nursing a tonic water flavored with lime. He gave up drinking after he realized it was putting him in an early grave. He started drinking heavily after his wife left him for another man, a much richer man. Thomas sat in a dark corner of the dive bar called Dixieland Delight, which he has frequented since his divorce. Although he no longer drinks, he still visits the bar because they have the best crab soup in town. He typed away on his laptop, he wrote of his experiences, feelings, and just recently he found himself writing of her, the bartender named Brandy. He couldn’t help but notice her, everyone noticed her. He admired her, she was seductive, mysterious, and exuded a confidence he”ll never know. He used to watch her night after night as she would end her shift and leave with a different man. That was when he first started visiting the bar, but now she always goes home alone, obviously tired of the attention she gets from the same type of men who only want one thing from her. He had recently worked up the courage to talk to her, and they discussed movies, politics, and a few personal matters.

He was intrigued by her, she had a sharp wit, she was funny, and a bit of a nerd which surprised him. She was not at all like he had imagined her to be, and she was different from the girls he was used to. She didn’t care about material possessions, she didn’t judge him for moving from city to city, working numerous different jobs, trying and failing to open his business, she didn’t see the failure he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

They started talking when he stepped in and protected her from a man who got a little too handsy one night and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She thanked him profusely, but when she wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her in his arms he knew he was doomed. He never pursued her though, thinking she was out of his league, no one ever understood him, no one really understood what it was like to be him. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried to succeed the world had it in for him. He studied hard, got good grades, was a decent human being, but he’s been trampled on, had his heart completely broken, and he wondered if he was a glutton for punishment as he found himself falling for her. She had captivated him with her charm, and she baffled him at what she saw in him. The first woman in years that didn’t judge him for his failures, instead, she gave him sympathy, words of encouragement, and showed him a kindness he wasn’t used to from others that were not his family. She didn’t care that he didn’t have a job that pays really well, instead she laughed at his jokes, shared her common interests with him, and showed him that there are still good people in the world. She shed a light on his dark world, how could he not fall, he just hoped that she felt this pull that he was feeling, he hoped he wasn’t completely crazy, and as he watched her decline yet another guys offer to take her home, he worked up the courage to ask her out.

“Hey, Brandy.”

“Hey, Tom, how are you tonight?”

“I’m good, thanks for asking.”

She smiled at him, and he found himself wanting to do everything in his power to make her smile.

“Would you want to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow? I make a mean Maryland Crab Cake.”

“Oh really,?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m a true Marylander, this may be the one thing I judge you on.”

He chuckled. “Trust me.”

“Alright, I’d love to.”

He released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and he offered her a smile, which she reciprocated. For the first time in years Tom fell asleep with a smile on his face that night.

The next day Tom worked hard tidying up his apartment, he bought fresh sunflowers for his kitchen, he remembered her telling him they were her favorite and he wanted to impress her. He was a good cook, and he had actually perfected a Maryland crab cake recipe, knowing how much she loves them, and how much she missed them after she moved to the south.

“It smells heavenly in here Tom.” Brandy said as she stepped into Tom’s apartment. Tom was listening to his favorite playlist when Dela by Johnny Clegg started to play, and Brandy started to sway to the rhythm. Tom kept watching her from the corner of his eye, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Is there anything I can help with?” She asked.

“Nope, thank you, but I’m almost finished. Just keep on enjoying the music.”

She blushed as she realized he’d been watching her, but she continued dancing just the same.

They got to know each other better over dinner and both of them were amazed at how much they have in common. Tom had regrets in his life, but now the thing he regretted the most was not finding Brandy sooner. He told her cheesy jokes and the more she laughed, the harder and harder he fell. He watched her, head leaned back, mouth open wide, laughter belting from her, and he couldn’t help but laugh right a long, even though the joke wasn’t quite so funny, her laugh was contagious.

Brandy helped Tom clean up from dinner, even though he told her not to. The couple enjoyed a few moments of comfortable silence before Brandy broke it.

“Do you think it’s possible to miss someone you’ve never met?”

“Yes.” He answered without missing a beat.

“How can you be so sure?”

He walked up to her and gazed into her eyes, her breath caught in her throat, no one had looked at her the way he was looking at her right now.

“I know because I’ve missed you every damn day of my life. I just didn’t realize it was you I was missing until I saw you at the bar, and then I missed you even more, but I still didn’t really know you. I’ve been missing you for years.”

To be continued…

The three songs that have inspired this story:


Kristian L. Weigman

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Life Lessons – There Is ALWAYS Something To Be Thankful For


There is a lady I work with and for some reason she has this need to make things more complicated than they need to be. She looks down on others, and she especially likes to pick on yours truly! It has gotten so bad that I have had to get upper management involved. I really don’t like to do that, but my kindness has been taken advantage of far too many times, so I am prepared with my spreadsheets of data, I make copies of everything I do, and I save every email, and she really doesn’t like it because my butt is always covered when she tries to throw me under the bus. I am willing to own up to my mistakes when I do make them, why can’t she do the same? Anyway, the vice president pulled me aside and told me that this particular woman had a very hard past, and me response to her was “And?”

I know that may seem a little harsh, and I’m sorry, I really am sorry that she had a difficult past, but the truth is we all struggle. My dad was literally beaten with a switch until the blood ran into his shoes, his sister took his sled and chopped it up for firewood, he had to go to school barefoot sometimes because his mom couldn’t afford to buy him shoes, I could go on and on, but you know what, my dad is one of the nicest, gentle, and caring men I know, and I am blessed beyond measure that I get to call him daddy. My point here is that just because someone was mean to you is not an excuse for you to be mean to others!


Yesterday, an elderly man came into the office and he asked me if I knew where he could go on Thanksgiving to get a nice meal because he’s homeless, broke, and has no family. My heart instantly shattered for this man, so I took down his information, pulled my resources together, and was able to find him a free but good Thanksgiving dinner. I get so discouraged sometimes because it seems like life wants to continue to beat me down, but at that moment I realized how much I really do have to be grateful for! I’m glad I live in a community that comes together and helps people who struggle. My heart goes out to anyone that can’t be with the people they love during the holidays.

My ex-con client that I wrote about a week ago or so came in yesterday for no other reason than to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I asked him if he had a place to go tomorrow, and before he informed me that he does indeed have somewhere to go, he got misty eyed and thanked me for caring enough to make sure he had someone to spend Thanksgiving with. Honestly, if he hadn’t, I would have invited him to our home.  I also realized just how blessed I am because I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I didn’t have my dad or Neil, there are still many people who love me that would open their homes to me on Thanksgiving and make me feel like a part of their family. It breaks my heart that there are people out there who don’t have that. And I’m also grateful because I have never known what it’s like to not have people in my life who care. This poor man was so thankful that I cared enough to make sure he had somewhere to go on a holiday. It’s something so simple to me, but to him, it meant the world!

I have invited a colleague who informed me that he wasn’t sure what he was doing for Thanksgiving either. I can’t in good conscious sit at my dinner table and eat my good Thanksgiving dinner knowing that my colleague is at home by himself eating a microwaved dinner.

I don’t know where you are at this stage in your life, but I want you to know that you do have things in your life to be thankful for, your struggles are happening to shape you into the person you are meant to be, and I don’t know why bad things happen to good people, it’s a question I will ask God when I get to Heaven, but all I know is that we need to be kind to one another. If you have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving, please let me know. If I can I’ll make room for you at my table, and if I can’t, I will not stop until I find a place for you to go! Even if you don’t live near me, because I work at a non-profit I have connections to other non-profits, and I will go to bat for you. Please swallow your pride and let me know, I’m happy to help, and I won’t judge you, it doesn’t matter to me what crimes you may have committed,the people you’ve wronged, etc… what matters to me is the person you are, and as long as you’re not abusing others, and you’re a kind and decent human being, you deserve to be surrounded by love and kindness, especially during the holidays!

Be thankful

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!

Love & life lessons,



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