(Inspired by Katie’s “I remember” post) I remember, as a little girl, being held in my dad’s strong arms as we ducked under the pounding Southern California surf, over and
(Inspired by Katie’s “I remember” post) I remember, as a little girl, being held in my dad’s strong arms as we ducked under the pounding Southern California surf, over and
Vacation was fabulous, thanks for asking. Would you like to know why? Of course you would. Would you like it in list-form? Why yes, obviously. We went to an ISLAND.
I’m SO glad you asked. I’m going here: Isn’t it lovely? Adam and I will scamper around the hills, fish in the sea and explore all the nooks and crannies
In my daily work, I use my brain and my fingers and not much else and I get paid to do it, which is very handy. So three afternoons a
This Saturday, I went to the Orange County Christian Writer’s Fellowship Conference. I’d been nearly coming out of my skin for weeks, excited at the prospect of my first-ever real
Didja see what I did there? I was sitting here, this morning, checking things off of my to-do list and writing away like the studious little chickadee I am, and
Hello friends! I haven’t shopped in a while, and I’ve been feeling weak, pale and much more apt to leap upon email-newsletter sales than normal, which means I need to
…and I need you all to tell me what you think. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion lately, but this IS MY BABY.) (Honestly.) (So much sweat was involved, you have
When I was around 11 or 12 years old, in my childhood living room, my dad taught my brother and I how to protect our faces and deliver a hefty
I’m forcing myself to talk about my right now, since lately it’s felt like a terrifying blend of too big, too scary, too much and too boring all at once.