A few weeks ago, I was on Facebook and saw a cool bean bag–like chair in someone’s house. A friend of a friend casually mentioned it was a Yogibo, like, oh yeah, everyone just has one of those lying around. I had never heard of a Yogibo, so I immediately went to Google because I… Continue reading The Big Cozy Green Chair
Almost everything we ate growing up was homemade. Sure, we’d occasionally go out to eat—usually after church or to celebrate when my brother or I won an award at school. And McDonald’s? That was a rare and exciting treat. But at home, every meal was lovingly prepared by my mother or grandmother, who lived with… Continue reading Grandma’s Romance Waffles
I don't like to talk or write about the bad in my life. We all know the bad is there, and for some reason, I don't want to dwell on it—especially in this space. But today, as I write these words, I feel like I need to level with you. I am in pain. Since… Continue reading Pain
Contrary to popular belief, I was 14 once too. Popular opinion = my 14-year-old daughter. I used to have a lot of attitude and angst, so I understand. And yet… I don’t always understand. It’s becoming harder to connect with the emotions, the pain, the pressure I felt from 1982 to 1988, when I was… Continue reading I Was 14 Once Too
I have vague memories of the 1970s. I say vague because I only remember bits and pieces of that decade because I was only ages 0-9 at the time. But, thanks to photographs, I recall my father wearing a lot of plaid pants and my mother wearing owl necklaces, bandanas in her long hair, and… Continue reading Mom’s Shrimp Dip Reminds Me of the 70’s
If I thought I could get away with it, I’d totally pitch a book idea based on my recent Google searches. And honestly, I would definitely buy that book. I’d devour every page of it! But then again, I’m also the kind of person who bought a book written by Tori Spelling. At full price.… Continue reading What I Google
A Grace Full Life 