Yesterday at lunch, I was talking with a few friends about a coworker’s quirks. At some point, someone said “We all have our own quirks.”...

Last weekend, during my unexpected weekend in Nashville, a friend and I decided to go over the East Nashville to one of our favorite...

On Friday, my plan was that I’d go to work, accomplish something, then leave a little early, swing by my house to pick up my dog and my...

Years ago, I wrote this post about lessons I’d learned from movies. It still remains one of my personal favorites. But the other day, I...

It doesn’t seem to matter if it’s a small local dentist office or a large corporate headquarters. All offices have their own culture,...

It was hard to wake up. It was hard to get myself motivated to do the exercise show/stretching I do every weekday morning. It was hard to...

This weekend I had the privilege of helping to host a wedding shower for my good friend Mindy. If you know me well, you know that while I...

I hate wearing my glasses. They don’t fit right and always feel like they’re sliding off my ears and down my nose. And they’re...

Dear sunglasses, I love you. I miss you. Where are you? I don’t know what I did to make you hide from me. Was it not putting you back in...

A few weeks ago, my friend Brandy wrote a blog post about why she got a tattoo. She chose the word Lael, which is a Hebrew word that...

Down the street from my house, there’s this church. It’s a small church and they seem to take pride or pleasure in the messages they post...

It’s the first day of August. Or as I’m going to term it “The Month of Insanity.” This month, I have to: • Complete editing a 240-page...

Ever had one of those days when something seems like a really big deal . . . but later you figure out maybe it’s not? Yeah. Welcome to my...

I know the power of telling people something you’re going to do or are working on and allowing them to hold you accountable. So here...

About a month ago, a couple in my Life Group at church got married. And being me, I wanted a new dress. So, I went shopping. And that...

I am a child of the 80s. Not that I was born in the 80s. . . my appearance in this world predates the 1980s by a couple of years, but...

I’ve become a creature of habit. . . at least when it comes to the route I drive to work. It hasn’t always been like this. When I first...

A few weekends ago, somewhere between meeting with someone about a bridal shower I’m helping to host and going with said bride for dress...

Mondays. . . . they’re just not my favorite day of the week. So not my favorite. Mondays are like the loud noises that wake you up from a...

Yes, you’ve probably noticed that “Dispatches” hasn’t been appearing on the blog of late. . . . Yeah, it just got a little tedious. And...