Do you remember today when you announced that you no longer care for Jack and Jill’s story due to their unfortunate spill down the hill? Remember when you face-planted-stomach-slid in…
Category: <span>Thoughts</span>
How do I tell her that when she knits her brow in frustration, her eyebrows drawing together as though snagged on the bobbin teeth of a sewing machine, that she…
Star Anna is loaded into my Pandora radio station, uncharacteristic clouds cover the beach sky, and I’ve got a cup of coffee at my elbow. Ah, vacation. This week, while…
“Life. Life is God’s greatest gift.” It’s a quote from Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible. It’s a quote that I used like a billy club to beat the bushes of…
When I met Big Friend, his wardrobe relied a little too heavily on tapered, stone-washed jeans. Or the jean’s “Sunday Best” friend: the tapered, pleated khakis. (And I married him?…
It’s hard to ignore the meteorologists’ long-faced reports on the weather state of the union: floods gobbling up Mississippi riverbanks while the parched throat of Texas gasps for a sip…