Real Housewives and Food Challenges
There are very few things in the world that are black and white to me. Wherein I am comfortable saying “this is ALWAYS right,” or “this is NEVER ok.” For instance, I am a pretty steady liberal on most...
View ArticleToo Marvelous For Me
On occasion, it becomes necessary to bring one’s children to one’s office. I may not be the most organized person in the world. I may not be a compulsive cleaner. But the calamity that ensues any time...
View ArticleThe Greatest Sweepstakes EVER
My aunt has won vehicles in sweepstakes contests. Not once. Not twice. But THREE TIMES. Impossibly good luck? Maybe that too. But mostly, it’s because of the sheer volume of entries. Filling out those...
View ArticleBirth Order Bingo
We’ve all heard the rumor that first children are more successful. Well, it’s not a rumor. More recently, I heard it supported by scientific evidence. First-borns get more alone time with their...
View ArticleAnd Paul Thought Corinth Was Bad…
Naked is all the rage. Naked Juice: great lunch in a quick and easy container. Crazy expensive, but unless they’re lying on the label, it’s actually good for you. Naked Pizza=new franchise in my...
View ArticleSaturday Night’s Alright (just alright)
One thing they don’t tell you when you go into the ministry [wait--there are about a THOUSAND things that "they" don't tell you, but this is one] is that you should say good bye to Saturdays. They no...
View ArticleUnknown
It was a rare (RARE) Saturday afternoon moment. Both kids were asleep at the same time, and my spouse was out of the house. I had just settled into the good chair with a library book, and the phone...
View ArticleA Cup of the Good Stuff
When’s the last time you got out the good china? After I went on and on yesterday about the blessedness of a messy house, I think I should clarify–though I blamed the chaos on the kiddos, I have to own...
View ArticleFor Such a Time as This
I was sitting on the floor of my crummy first-year-of-being-a-grownup apartment, doing grad school homework that i should have done the night before, and getting ready to go to class. Which means I...
View ArticleSoul Seasons
A pumpkin latte in my hand. From Not Starbuck’s. A cool crisp 62 degrees out. I am on a porch swing with a background of lush foliage, bleeding slowly from green into reds and browns and yellows. I am...
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