1. Never buy clothes at full price. Case in point: I bought the shirt I wore to church today at Overflow Thrift Shop last fall. I bought the capris at my friend Kerrie’s garage sale a couple years ago. And I don’t know if I should be proud or embarrassed to say this, but I bought the sandals at a garage sale when I was in college (circa 1996). 2. Let your kids express themselves creatively. I liked to wear weird clothes in high school. In fact, if you looked at my senior yearbook, you would find my photo under…
Best Friends: Mothers in Arms A cute little story I wrote about my friend Marti and me was published in the May 2015 issue of Guideposts. The photo shoot is actually more exciting than the story, so I’m gonna take you behind the scenes. It took place in mid-February. Outside. At a park. On a twisty slide. No coats allowed. What?!? I suggested a photo at a coffee shop, because drinking a hot caffeinated beverage in a warm locale is more our style than balancing precariously on giant plastic playground equipment, but I guess they wanted to give Marti the opportunity to prove she is the…
This story was a hard one for me. When I was given the opportunity by Today’s Christian Woman to write about where I land on the drinking debate and why, I knew doing so would reveal things about me that may change people’s opinions of who I am. I would write a paragraph and think “this person is going to think I’m such a weirdo.” I’d write another and think, “Oh my goodness, that person is going to question my salvation because I like pina coladas.” And when I wrote a bit of family history I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe someone…
It’s a rare day that I post to this blog anymore, but today I’m linking this up to a story I posted at 500 Dresses yesterday. Much of what I do post here on this blog is about what God is teaching me, and my post over at 500 Dresses definitely fits into that category. Here’s the link if you want to take a read. The Poor and The Prideful
The swings were empty, and I was close to tears. A wooden playset was about to make me cry. It was ridiculous really. We only lived in the house for six months. But I looked at the empty swingset while I stood in the empty house, and I thought of my three boys. Brothers who have this amazing propensity to find in each other the one nerve in a million that is most easily agitated and then patiently camp out on it until it causes the desired explosive reaction. During the past six months I’d often find those same button-pushing boys…