You know those moments where for a split second you see things really clearly? Suddenly, you see things for what they actually are and...

When I was growing up and we took a family trip to St. Louis, we always took a trip to the Old Spaghetti Factory. Back then, I had no...

He thinks I’m silly, shallow, and stupid, I thought. The realization came as a shock as I sat across the room from him and pondered his...

Ah, yes, my dears. It’s time for “Dispatches.” And you know you’ve been waiting all week for this. I mean, it’s more exciting than...

I realize that sometimes I’m a complainer. I also realize that I’m a woman, meaning that sometimes the way I handle whatever happens to...

So, maybe that title oversells this recipe a bit. . . Maybe. Not by much, though. If you make this cobbler for people, they tend to: A)...

So, I had plans to revive my struggling food posts today. It is a Tuesday, after all. But it’s also the Tuesday after a long July 4...

I had a really good Fourth of July. I was up around 7 a.m. making a peach cobbler. I went to church, had lunch at a favorite Mexican...

For a week that started out with three days of vacation, this work week sure has seemed long. (I realize that makes absolutely NO sense,...

OK, so maybe I was the one who was gone. Still. It’s been awhile, right? Here’s what’s been going down: Last Wednesday (June 23), 3/4 of...

I admitted to some friends the other day that something I’ve always said I’d like to do is write a book. A novel, to be exact. But I also...

Last night, my friend Buddy had some tickets to the big Nashville Rising concert and shared one with me. Imagine it: a sold-out (and I...

I’m stressed! I realize I say that a lot and that at some point, when you say something so much, it sort of loses its punch. Like the boy...

Have you ever had a couple of days that just kind of left you with a bad taste in your mouth? A couple of days that maybe left you...

So I got a sunburn. Not your-run-of-the-mill-mildly-uncomfortable-kind of sunburn. No, this is a bright red-people-want-to-touch-it-provi...

Last night, I went to a Square Peg Alliance house concert. A friend had invited me and I was tired, but it seemed like the perfect...

I love quotes. I think I might even be a collector of quotes, considering I have a document saved on my computer at work of quotes about...

Oh, dear ones. You don’t know how near this post is to not being written. Because I’m tired. I’m not sure I remember my name. I...

Dear driver of the 1980s style Jeep Cherokee Sport on Harding Road: You are a bad driver. First of all, as you could see, I was the girl...

I’m a dog person. I love my dog. I talk to my dog. Heck, I’ve even been known to sing to my dog. And I’m thoroughly convinced that most...