Last night, my friend, Johanna, and I caught up over Taco Lucha's best. Jo is a GIS maven and was recently invited to join a trip to Guatemal...
Beautiful. I hear myself use this word so often. Lovely. Delightful. Wow wee. After spending 24 hours with enduring friends - friend...
I am not a chirpy woman. A cynic, recovering sarcasmophile, fearful, fluffy, and often inappropriate -yes. When I grow up, I want to be more like...
The sun is coming up over the trees across the road where the homemade boat sits in the shadow of the grain silo. The boat looks a lot like the SS M...
What if life was a movie? We could edit, do retakes, have a stand in for the scary parts, and leave the worst of the film on the cutting room f...
Saturday, friends swung by the apartment to help move furniture that would not be making the trip to Texas. With an upright Ad...
Yesterday, I cried a bucket or two. No sobs, just the bittersweet dribbles of a traveler heading towards home from a journey of a...
I'm not a country music fan. I don't have cowgirl boots, belt buckles, or stories of racing for prime real estate at the Country Stampede...
Unqualified. This morning at Revolution (or revo church), Shad repeated something I have heard him say before, "Jesus had this knack of ca...
I've been thinking about names a lot lately with Usain Bolt racing through the Olympics, a name-changing engagement, and the usual suspects of ...
