I woke up especially tired on Thursday. Really wanted to reset my alarm, but I pressed through and headed downstairs with the Queen (aka Gigi) tucked under my arm. Yes, she’s spoiled. And after her playful shenanigans and potty break, I was wide awake. Too...
August 25, 2001—that’s the day I married my man—my best friend, and he married me. Twenty-three years ago tomorrow, on a beautiful, steamy hot afternoon in Orlando, Florida—complete with a little liquid sunshine—John and I made a covenant before God, in front of our loving...
A couple of weeks ago, I told y’all that I was a “wordy” (or is it wordie?)—one who loves and uses lots of words. Alas, every writer comes to a point when they are at a loss for words. Call it writer’s block or whatever....
Sometimes it takes a baby to open our eyes to the awe and wonder of everyday life. You know how little ones get so captivated by the littlest things—things they see and experience for the first time, things that surprise them, wow them, excite them—things...
I’m a wordy. Kinda like a foody… I love words. I love to write words. I love to read words. I love to study words. I love to speak words (maybe too many). But lately, I feel bombarded by words I’ve read and listened to;...