When I was a teenager, our church started doing an “All-Church Campout” every year during Labor Day weekend. It was a little country church, and that meant that literally the
When I was a teenager, our church started doing an “All-Church Campout” every year during Labor Day weekend. It was a little country church, and that meant that literally the
Before we moved, I sat in the last few services we attended at Mariners MV and cried. I knew, deep down in my gut, that leaving that church would be
I’m a cynic. I’m the one who asks the Devil Advocate questions, who snorts at simple answers, who absolutely rejects chain-letters and sappy news stories and nearly every hard-luck tale.
I felt like I should be wearing sensible, closed-toed heels, a just below-the-knee skirt and a silken kerchief knotted around my neck. It was sunny, clear, perfect: 65 degrees in
So far our cast consists of Alicia, a former model who talks like she’s deaf and loves her midriff, a radio guy who says he can’t cook (seriously, what’s the
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
I have some very stylish friends. I always have, and I have always been a bit behind them. Every decade or so the rest of the world likes what I
There is nothing better than snowshoeing, dreaming, shooting guns, playing games and laughing heartily to fill the soul. The fella and I just got back from a week in Oregon,
Katie wrote a lovely post on this today, as did Sam. Both of which got me to thinking about slowing down, “being still and knowing that He is God”, taking
I love social media. I’m a complete junkie for Facebook, and now that I’ve finally allowed Twitter into my life – well, dear ones, you are never safe from 140-character