Purple hair and author websites: This time, it’s real

Approximately twenty years ago (that sound you hear is me throwing up), my parents and I went to the American Baptist Convention in Indianapolis, Indiana.  We did this because we are American Baptists and, I guess, that was the time all the American Baptist ministers...

Of accidental hair cuts and corn in my child’s nose

Sooooo, I’ve been working insanely hard at Day Job these past two weeks. Hard, as in, I left work yesterday thinking my brain hurt from the sheer mental exhaustion from concentrating all day. Which, as a side note, led me to believe that I’ve been coasting...

Book Spotlight: P.C. Zick’s Trails in the Sand

Alex turned toward the ocean and kept walking until the sea engulfed him, and he went under. “Alex, come back,” Gladdy yelled out over the surf, but the only answer came from the sound of the waves lapping the beach. “We’ll find a way.” Gladdy pulled the corners of...

The time I almost was an almost Olympian

The Hubs and I have been anticipating the Olympic Games in Sochi since the Olympic Games in Vancouver ended.  We’re Olympics obsessed.  Last night when I was watching the men’s mogul competition, the commentator announced that it was sixteen years ago that...

And we’re off! The first out of control day of 2014

There was a moment this afternoon, where I briefly pondered if I was actually still sleeping and this was some kind of bizarre dream.  Tom Hiddleston usually features prominently in my bizarre dreams and, since I was standing at Day Job holding a peanut butter and...

And we're off! The first out of control day of 2014

There was a moment this afternoon, where I briefly pondered if I was actually still sleeping and this was some kind of bizarre dream.  Tom Hiddleston usually features prominently in my bizarre dreams and, since I was standing at Day Job holding a peanut butter and...