When Will walks out the door at 7 am and I’m on the sofa sipping coffee in my pajamas ready to write, I feel good about life. Purposeful. Productive. Like this is what I’m made to do. But an hour later when I’m obsessing on getting a good picture of Spoonie for Instagram, there’s a real problem. Morning after morning,… Read More
I tell you lots of little things. Because I like to make you smile. And I want to help you love your life. No matter what is going on, no matter how stressy life feels … we are blessed beyond measure. Totally living in the lopsided favor of God. Today, four favorite things just for you: Thrifted Things I rest… Read More
Dear Thanksgiving, It’s happening again … people are pushing Christmas to the forefront. And while it’s true, Christmas holds a super important role in our year, I think you’re pretty special too. I appreciate the way you call us together without gifts. The way you sneak in all unexpected with simple joy.
Because I wrote kind of dark, depressing posts about pain in the last few weeks, I thought I’d let you in on stuff that goes on that maybe I shouldn’t be writing publicly. Stuff that has no significance. Weird stuff. That might amuse you. Or could scare you to pieces. 1. Upon catching RSD (you really can’t catch it but… Read More
I discovered a truth this week: My left hand is a huge slacker. Has been for decades. Can’t button my jeans, fasten my bra, and has no idea how to apply mascara without poking out my eye. Be warned, be watchful. If you see me in the next couple weeks … I’ll be make-up less, bra-less and wearing pull-on clothes. A… Read More
This is Grace. My nephew’s daughter. She is the closest thing I have to a granddaughter. I worry about the world she’s growing up in. Because I was still struggling to understand Monday’s Boston marathon nightmare when I woke up this morning to hear about the devastating explosion in West, Texas. Fires burning, lives lost. These are our neighbors. I… Read More