Dear baby Will, I can't believe you are here!  You see, I've somehow become like an old lady declaring such things like, "I&#...

"Oh, you know, I'm getting a bit antique-y," says my 94-year-old grandmother. She lives alone, still drives, and had me delay ...

It began innocently enough. My sister-in-law Carrie suggested we join this new fangled internet thingy called Facebook. She was moving off...

I may have mentioned it here a time or two...and you may be tired of hearing it.  But, I'm in a season of waiting.  ( Although, the tho...

I've been hitting some pretty hard topics here lately.  Today, a lighter topic to discuss amongst ourselves. My Big Fat American Pro...

In an attempt to get the kids out of the house, I took my younger two to the dollar movies yesterday to finally catch The Lorax .  I don&...

I've been all serious over here lately.  So today, I lighten things up a bit.  Although I take this matter seriously, I assure you. Th...

Who am I?  No, listen, bloggy friend.  Really.  Who am I?  Rest assured--I have not suddenly been struck with amnesia.  At least, not in the...

Today, I write in honor of my God's Girls group. Those amazingly bright, kind, loving and curious sixth grade girls who fill my house ev...

So here's the deal. I grew up all matchy matchy. My mother, the only girl with three younger brothers, rather enjoyed dressing my olde...