This is a story I tell my friends. It's a silly story about a time I made a decision to be myself. Not a huge, courageous story. Just a...

I was taking notes studiously in the workshop I attended until she stopped me with a question: "Ask yourself: Where is that written?" I...

My best friend is really pretty with the most beautiful hair I've ever known. When we shop together, people stop her and ask how she gets...

I went to the eye doctor today. I wear contacts and glasses and needed to update the prescription, as I've been feeling my right eye...

The definition of spirituality is a tricky thing. So I've included the above picture in order to help you. Because, of course, this is...

Wanna win some of my books? There's a giveaway at the end of this post! Keep reading! It's just too hot to hold on to a coherent thought...

I always try to have a good mix of genres while reading, and some of my favorites are true stories. I've always felt reading memoirs and...

I caught my daughter's eye as the wrong words popped up on the screen during the worship song. The congregation stumbled as we tried to...

It comes out of nowhere. The light turns green, I start to go, and there is a pickup coming at me out of the corner of my eye. He's blown...

Book Review: Short attention span reviews of the last two months of reading! I have had the attention span of a gnat lately, so the list...

“I’m fairly local. I’ve been around. / I’ve seen the streets you’re walking down.” -Twenty One Pilots There's a new grocery store that's...

Me Visiting My Best Friend I've been to Target a lot. I'm a mom of three. I live in the suburbs. I live five minutes from a Target. In fact, my dad passed away and about six months later, the Target by us went in. I figured it was a gift from my dad sent from heaven above, so I probably should support it, no? (That was a joke) I've been to Target a lot and the teenage workers ask, "Can I help you find anything?" And I answer, "Oh, Honey Child, I could write my doctoral disse

I love a good try at something- so I'm hoping to have some fun with Fridays by calling it TryDay - because that's supa fun, right? Right....

Oh, I saw the cutest jacket today. I wanted it. I tried it on... and it made me: Pale, overweight, broad shouldered, blah, blah blah. It...

I remember pulling away from the dealership in the minivan fifteen years ago, turning around and looking wistfully at my dark green Jeep Cherokee we had traded in...yes, looking wistfully. I didn't want a minivan. Minivans weren't cool enough in my book. But I was third child pregnant and the carseats wouldn't fit all in a row in my beautiful Jeep. Minivan it was. I drove a minivan for 15 years. And rarely alone. Always with someone. Usually a kid. Because...well, that's why

Today I'd like to discuss an important topic. Namely, How to Feed Your Book Habit Without Anyone Noticing Subtitle: i never promote...

I'm the worst wait-er ever. I hate waiting. What feels natural is: Quick decisions. Spontaneous. Green arrows - go! Let's do it now! Why are we still talking about this? Growing up, a family phrase, "Anticipation is half the gratification" was used to calm me down, tease me with waiting. Me as a piano student, being told: Slow down... feel the tempo...there's as much music & beauty between the notes as there is in the notes. Me jumping from project to project as an adult. I w

📷 repost from october 2016 This is currently hanging on our fridge. It was a handlettering page that my daughter traced over. It’s of 2...