I sighed as I made the loop over the interstate heading in the opposite direction. I had made a wrong turn. Again. I do this so often I’m no longer surprised by it, but I’m always bothered by it. It causes me to feel stupid, to hurl hurtful accusations at myself. Why do you have... Continue Reading →
"I need a mason jar, three bouncy balls and a bag of rice." My husband’s words should have puzzled me, but they didn’t. He was preparing a visual for his youth group- something he has done often the past several years. My cabinets were full of mason jars; a bag of white rice lay buried... Continue Reading →
I used to be organized. Like really organized. Everything had its place, and it was imperative that it all stayed in its place, or at least made it back to its place fairly quickly. I seldom went to bed with dirty dishes in the sink, or unfolded laundry in a basket. The floors were clean,... Continue Reading →
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