My morning started with a phone call from my husband who just left for work. He forgot to put out our trash the night before and asked me to take care of it. “OH NO!” I screamed. The day before I cleaned out the fridge and threw out expired produce and spoiled chicken. Hoping Marc, our garbage man, didn’t come to our neighborhood yet, I ran out to the can and froze.
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God, do I ever need you! I pray that you guard my tongue, cleanse my soul, and kill my pride. I seek silence, peace, and humility at a time where I’m getting worn down by my personal devil, the one that gets so alluring and cozy that he hitches a ride and bullies me to carry him around like a brand new backpack. He’s awfully heavy because he latches on to my strengths and makes them weaker, yet I adjust the straps and make it more comfortable, so he lingers because I get better at hanging out with him.
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Ladies, I have a method that eases the pain of finding a bathing suit that you won’t want to cover with a snowsuit. Snow bunnies are cute, but ‘tis the summer season, the time for extra exposure. We are all different shapes, sizes, ages, and skin tones, so finding what can highlight our favorite body parts while camouflaging the others is tricky with such small quantities of material.
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