Author Archives: Anna Hibbard

Pursuing Priorities

I’m learning that I can accomplish more by doing less. I took off the last week of the year and returned to work on January 2nd, which happened to be a Thursday. So in between catching up on a personal level and trying to figure out where to start at my desk, I began toContinue reading “Pursuing Priorities”

A Brand New Decade

Happy 2020!! I for one am so happy to wave goodbye to 2019. It will be forever my year from hell. Why? Because my life fell apart. Overly dramatic? Nope. If I could be open and honest and list below the rather short list of what came unraveled, I think most people would be veryContinue reading “A Brand New Decade”

Awash in Memories

We had a family emergency late last week. My mom fell and broke her left hip. Between that event, the approach of Christmas holidays, and finishing up year end tasks at work so I can take the last week of the year off, I really didn’t expect to have a blog out this week. Yet,Continue reading “Awash in Memories”

15 Hours

It seems like once the holiday season hits, time bangs immediately into warp speed. It’s a whirlwind of activity, even if you aren’t the party type. Just so you know, I’m not the party type. I’d like to be. But the reality is that after a week of work and nearly 3 hours a dayContinue reading “15 Hours”

Holidays Lost

Thanksgiving day I came to the conclusion that I’ve turned into one of those people. One of those people who finds that the holidays are a bummer. I don’t dread them. As the season starts to approach I find myself looking forward to them with anticipation and excitement. The day arrives and suddenly I amContinue reading “Holidays Lost”

Blessed?

Have you ever found yourself in a pickle? One thing I’ve found is that I’m often in a pickle from trying to “help” someone. Sometimes they come right out and ask for support, guidance, or even money. Often afterwards I realize “Oops! I did it again.” By again, I mean I’ve allowed someone to takeContinue reading “Blessed?”

My Love, My Old Man

Yesterday morning I woke up early. It was nice and snug and warm in my bed. I roll over and open my eyes and stare at the 62 year old man in my bed. I find it satisfying to look at him while he’s sleeping. He’s normally wound very tightly, always on a mission orContinue reading “My Love, My Old Man”

Childless Mother

It seems all little girls dream of being a mother. At least I know that I did. Maybe it’s getting that very first baby doll that instills this idea into our little girl-psyche . Maybe it’s having babies arrive in the family. Maybe it’s just part of my genetic makeup. I don’t know.  As aContinue reading “Childless Mother”