You all know I love the beach. (After all, “getting tan” is listed as one of my interests on Facebook. No shame.) Since I married my studly fella, I’ve been
You all know I love the beach. (After all, “getting tan” is listed as one of my interests on Facebook. No shame.) Since I married my studly fella, I’ve been
A couple of weeks ago, I attended an industry meeting for social media types. There were panels filled with professional Twitterers, Yelpers, Facebookers, LinkedIners and social media freaks and geeks
Hello dearies. Last night, we saw Les Miserables in L.A. and it was fan-flipping-tastic. Seeing as Adam was belting “I am Jean ValJEAN!!!” out the window as he drove to
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 call Adam, tearfully. Me: “I have a tale of woe. Do you want to hear it?” Him: “Sure.” Me, spilling out Tale of Woe with much gesticulation and, well,
I GOT A REQUEST! You, my people, as much as I love you all, are not always forthcoming when I ask for suggestions and advice, HOWEVER, the lovely Elanor asked
So, Adam and I are in the beginning stages of beginning a beginner’s group of married folk at our church. (Because we’re beginners, too, you know. January 2009! Holla!) I
Remember that one time when I got published? In a book? (I mean, it was no big thang. Just kidding. I’m ECSTATIC.) Well, I got interviewed about said published piece,
I’m in a new Bible study, that I’ve mentioned before. It’s really great. The gals in it are sweet, sincere, funny and wise, and I love seeing girls of all
Cowardly Lion: Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in