two years of fun…
I started this blog as a diary of sorts. I had an epiphany and wanted to have a place where I could document the successes and failures of pursuing my dream. But the pages of this online diary aren’t just mine. Stories of frustration, hope, sadness, and joy have...promotion…
We’ve heard it all. Sit here so when Mr. Bigshot comes in, you can meet him! Or, It’s not what you know, but who you know. Or, If you want to be somebody in this world, you got to fight for it. Maybe the vernacular is different, but we all have seen this...
dallas, coffee, and being tacky…
Dear residents of Texas, before we meet I have some things I need to confess: Guilty confession 1: Ever since JR was on 1980s hit show Dallas, I’ve wanted to live in Texas and drive a tacky, white car. Guilty confession 2: I like big hair and carry a can of...
mother’s day…
It’s kind of like prom. Signs are everywhere, everybody is making plans, and everyone is going to celebrate. You stare at everyone and look at their excitement, but you aren’t going. You haven’t been invited. An invisible trombone from heaven rings...
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.]
