Know God. Live Big.
Sometimes I think I should rename my website, “Anxiety Girl.” Here I am again today, with my latest installment about worrying and what has been helping me overcome this lately. Let’s start with the worries and how real they are: Money and old cars and old houses and old bodies. Grown kids. Kids needing jobs. Kids and their money and… Read More
Quaint, I thought, as I checked into the Locomotive Inn. It was a stop-off on the 12-hour drive to visit my mom over spring break. Then I woke up at 2:30 in the morning to realize Oh, a locomotive! I made a mental note to think more literally next time I was motel shopping. The train whistled only a stone’s… Read More
My mom calls it “cauliflower ear,” which is what happens to wrestlers when their ears get pressed into the mat too many times. I will not post an image of this but will leave you to your imagination. “I’ve got cauliflower ear,” she says to me, when I’ve talked too long. You might be saying that today, after I go… Read More
I have another smokin’ hot car story. Really hot. Caleb called the day before he was to fly home for Christmas, reporting that he was driving and his car started smoking. He babied it back to his apartment and left it to sit over the Christmas holidays. So there I was, in the middle of the biggest spending time… Read More
Prepare yourselves, my friends. School starts tomorrow, and there are every so many spiritual lessons God teaches me from my one room at the school house. Walk into my space right now and see how tidy everything is. Shelves are dusted, and #2 Ticonderoga pencils are sharp soldiers lined uniformly in their plastic drawer. At each student’s seat is a… Read More
I remember one night when my dad and brother were gone, and mom and I wanted to set the VCR to record a TV show. I can imagine my children shaking their heads at that archaic technology, but at the time it was super cool that we could do such a thing. So we got out the instruction booklet. I… Read More
It was 1:30 a.m., and I was awake worrying about…things. You know how it is, because you have your own stuff on your mind this week that keeps making your shoulders sag and your sighs loud. I got out of bed, to move around and try to get my thoughts going in a different direction, but I couldn’t shift my… Read More
These blog posts come to you from an imposing, six-foot long, solid oak desk that my parents bought me years ago as a housewarming gift. (Mom wanted to get me a dining room table, but when I went table shopping I saw this desk and oh the love.) In the desk, there are three drawers on the right and two… Read More