one word to change your life

For the past ten years, I have had a word for the year. Just one word. I don’t exactly remember how or why I started doing this, but in 2008, I did. The word for 2008 was reveal, and it was born out of the prayer of my heart. You see, we buried my precious Papa on Christmas Eve of 2007, and his wife of 74 years – my Granny – was lost without him. { read more… }

dishwater and dishrag hair.

For those of you who have seen me recently, you know I’m going back to my roots. Hair roots, that is. Back to my natural color, which big surprise, is not blonde. That fact was confirmed for me a few weeks ago when I ran into an old friend who also happens to be an older friend. She commented on the change in my hair color, to which I lamented, “Yeah, it’s no longer blonde.” She didn’t even { read more… }

what my epitaph will say.

Brad has said it more than a few times. “Your epitaph is gonna read, ‘She died putting on her lipstick while driving.’” Well, actually, he said “they” were going to put it on my tombstone, but I think epitaph sounds so much more enlightened. And I should probably ask him who the anonymous “they” is. I might need to add a note to “them” in the “When I Die” folder on my computer. { Yes, I { read more… }

I’ve seen the empty tomb.

I’m convinced I should’ve been born with wheels for feet because I like to go! I’ve had the travel bug for as long as I can remember. I’ve never taken a trip I didn’t love, and I have a long list of places I’m dying to go. In the #1 spot on the list is the Holy Land. { Please, Lord, one day soon! } But despite the fact I’ve never actually been to Jerusalem, I’ve { read more… }

497 to 83: true love wins.

  Warning. This is not your typical Valentines story. And it’s with good reason. Because seriously, does the typical Valentines story ever really happen? Now, don’t panic. I’m not at all cynical about love. I believe true love exists, and it’s beautiful. I just don’t think it looks like the charming, witty, perfect couple in the movies or the romance novel, and it’s surely not as sappy the Hallmark cards make it out to be. Here’s { read more… }

love at first lick.

     Don’t be disappointed. This story is not about ice cream, but some of y’all might remember this picture. These are the female puppies from the litter my doodle Lula was born in. I got first pick of the litter, and I had y’all vote before I went to pick her up. #4 was the one I originally had my eye on, and #4 was the clear favorite when y’all voted. However, Lula was not { read more… }