It’s February. We’re four days in. When I was younger, time moved by slower than molasses in winter. The closer I get to forty—later this year—time seems to move faster than Superman on a mission to rescue Lois Lane. January flew by. As did the past two years. So much of me thought I’d be
Category Archives: Home + Family
Did someone say breakfast muffins? When we say muffins, we automatically think about a pastry with blueberries or chocolate chips. At my house, the word muffin can also mean a hearty, protein packed meal that can be held in one hand and devoured on the go. I grew up in a home where a hot
I admit it. I’m a brand name junkie. I don’t want cheap cereal or off-brand coffee. With the exception of a few store brand products from Publix, Target and Wal-Mart, I tend to pay for a trusted brand. That probably won’t change but I will start purchasing some of my fresh produce at ALDI. Why?
As I lay sprawled across my bed listening to the sounds of the night, I realized that I have never spent much time discussing the Thanksgiving holiday with my boys. You know the story of English Pilgrims and friendly Indians sitting down to share a meal to give thanks. Of course they know the story
Over the past month, I’ve lost 15 or so pounds but not on purpose. The good news is nothing fatal is wrong with me. Although I still have a few unanswered questions, I am thankful for good health and health insurance. With the exception of roughly six months, I have had insurance coverage most of
I write. Therefore, I research. But, my research and work always lead me back to one question: how do you want to be remembered? My computer’s browsing history would freak out a few people—like the police, my in-laws and certain friends. My search history has some of the following searches: How to dispose of a
Eyes red rimmed, face flushed, she stumbled through the office door after a toddling two-year old boy while holding on to a chubby six-month old, whimpering infant girl. The young mother apologized when her active son ran into my leg, nearly knocking my notepad and pen from my lap. I smiled. “It’s okay,” I said.
I stopped writing Wifey Wednesday posts because I felt like a fraud. For more than a while, I’ve lived in the worst kind of marriage—one that is crumbling brick by brick, that has far more valleys than mountain tops and, sadly, more hate than love. A simple disagreement about an ink pen left on the
I was raised in the Church of God in Christ and in Pentecostal environments. For a while, I was the girl who only wore skirts and dresses because pants were masculine and against the principles of Deuteronomy 22:5. Women couldn’t wear make-up, open toed shoes, or sleeveless shirts either. We weren’t allowed to do anything
I read blogs by women who totally enjoy making their own laundry detergent and cleaning supplies. They even enjoy using them. I scroll through Pinterest, viewing photos by people who are absolutely giddy about how well their husband’s shaving foam shines the hardware in their bathrooms. Me. I. AM. Not. That. Girl. Well, I didn’t
…someone else will. Have you ever heard that damning statement about the role of women in marriage? Doesn’t it make your skin crawl? It makes mine tingle with the voracity of the sickening feeling one gets upon daring to glance at a bucket of night crawlers or a nest of snakes. Disgusting, right? Too often
Have you ever paid attention to where Rahab’s home is in relation to that of the Proverbs 31 Man or Boaz? On Sunday I visited a new church. It was my first time attending service at a Church of God in Christ Church, outside of my mother’s, in at least eight years. The good thing