A sharply dressed man carrying his briefcase walked hastily toward his gate, armed with a Starbucks coffee cup and an iPhone glued to his ear. An elderly woman sitting nearby a window, watching as a mother soothes her restless, little one. A boy sitting nearby a wall, his cellphone plugged into the outlet, impatiently reassuring … More The What If’s.
I’m uncertain why, but I’ve always enjoyed getting a head start on anything and everything. An upcoming project, a workout, a new book, whatever it may be, I like knowing I’ve started something a decent amount of time before it’s “due,” even if I’m the one setting the “due date.” If only I had the … More The simple joys of a coffee maker.
It’s hard to believe it’s been 2 years since we packed up our belongings in Atlanta, drove to Chattanooga for Jim’s graduation from Covenant College and Georgia Tech, and headed down I-59 to Southern Mississippi. We’ve been continually amazed at God’s provision for our family here – both in our workplaces, and within our community, … More I Live in Laurel: Year 2
There’s just something special about making a home your own. Putting your own personal flair in a room, leaving your proverbial fingerprints all over your home. Not literal fingerprints, mind you – just the proverbial ones. As of this May, Jim and I will celebrate 3 years of marriage (hoorah!). And since we married back … More The table-less dining room.
It’s at times like these I wish I could transmit the aroma from my kitchen through your computer screen to wherever you find yourself reading this. Freshly baked banana muffins – hot out of the oven. For the first time in nearly a week, I’m staring at a clean kitchen. It’s easy to neglect amidst … More The Spectacularly Unspectacular.
I never thought we’d see the day. I had honestly come to peace with the fact that I’d probably never see one in our time spent in the Sip. Whispers of the possibility of snowfall had reached my ears earlier in the week. Last time I heard such talk, there was only disappointment to follow … More The Magic of Mississippi Snow.
Perhaps it’s too good to believe, but it appears Autumn has arrived and is, Lord willing, here to stay in Southern Mississippi. I can’t remember being so eager or giddy over cold fronts until I moved to Laurel. I began wearing scarves even when the weather didn’t match my heart’s desires for cool temperatures, hoping … More 100-miles-a-minute.
If you know me, you know I’m all about traditions. They can be big or small. Perhaps yours may be something similar to my family’s Daddy Duke Nights, maybe an annual trip to somewhere you hold dear, or a simple happy hour Sonic slushy – something small but special to you, or perhaps squeezing in … More The Treasure of Traditions.
I know it’s been a while, but I’d like to begin this post by stating the obvious: I’ve taken some time off from blogging this summer. Not because I don’t enjoy documenting life’s adventures, but because Jim and I have found ourselves unexpectedly busy. And with busyness comes the need for discipline. I was in … More A Summary & Snapshot of my Summer Sabbatical (alliteration, anyone!?)
Recently, I’ve had a difficult time thinking about anything besides the work being done at Choices Clinic. My formal title there is “Administrative Assistant,” but at a nonprofit, you wear a multitude of different hats. My favorite hat to wear is “Client Advocate,” where I’m able to meet with a client, listen to her story, … More Consuming & Creating.