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Division

Division

***I started writing this in June. I didn't publish it (or anything) as I wasn't sure that it would be received well or perhaps that emotions were just too high. Praying, thinking, and deciding to resume my blog, I read over it for the first time in months. Turns out,...

Truth

Truth

We have spent a lot of time around the Mitlo household cleaning, fixing, painting, renovating, since we've been told to stay at home. We even made our way up to the attic. We brought down ALL of the cardboard boxes and transferred what we wanted to keep (why we...

Why Would You Post That?

Why Would You Post That?

The great calamity of the 2019 holiday season is upon us. No, it's not that the Christmas decorations were out too early. No, it's not that pumpkin spice is the best or worst thing to ever happen to sweet or savory. No, it's far too early to complain about people...

What You Should Have Done

It seems like it was just a year ago. My Penn Hills Lady Indian Volleyball team decided to not go to Connellsville for a match in response to their act of intimidation following their verbal racial attacks on our soccer players. Oh, that’s right, it was a year ago....

Loss

Loss

We were at the 8th annual UnWined event to benefit Children's Hospital Hematology/Oncology division. I jokingly call it our annual opportunity to buy fancy clothes and be reminded that we lost a child to cancer. Truth be told it is our annual honor to represent...

A Summer List

A Summer List

It's been awhile since I've posted a list. It cracks me up how many people love these lists. So, here you go! The amount of food in my fridge on Monday's compared to Friday is hilarious.I cook a lot on weekends.I'm in a burger slump. Salt, pepper, garlic and grill. I...

Coming Home…

Coming Home…

Rachel's father passed away some 14 years ago and left us many piano's and organ's. We wanted only one, the baby grand piano that he had converted into a player piano. The only problem was that we didn't have anywhere to put it. Ironically, a friend allowed us to put...

Times Change?

Times Change?

Eight years ago I drove past Bella playing on the playground by herself at Penn Hebron. She wasn't crying or even looking sad. However, my heart broke...shattered. She was 30 feet away and yet a million miles from me. I couldn't help, I couldn't be there for her. She...

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