the red sea, creation, and lazarus… [part II]
I was home-schooled by a bohemian, lazaire faire hippy who named her children after flowers. Seriously. When it came to education, she knew no one would care or nurture the spirit of education like she would, foster the agile mind like she could, or take the...
the red sea, creation, and lazarus…
FYI I’m pretty complicated. Like, I’m really complicated. I’ve told my friends lately that I’m about as much fun as a Rubiks cube; colorful, complex, and completely impossible to figure out. I hate making decisions. Like really hate making...sometimes God answers yes when we pray…
My mother has always tried teaching me conventional lessons through unconventional ways. I forgave her for the tactile lessons about reproduction by farming rabbits in our backyard and tadpoles in glass mason jars, the math lessons using pinto beans as counters, and...
movement…
Dorothy was on the yellow brick road when she met a brave lion with swagger and braggadocio. He purred loudly and said, Put ‘tem up, put ‘tem! He roared and sang with a vibrato in his throat that would make Pavarroti jealous…. that was until Dorothy...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
