There is a white folding table in our "new" living room. It was fittingly placed beside the basement walk-out door, inviting our boxes, containers, and random piles of junk. Bobby and the rest of the clan and I would go to our minivan and Rav 4 to retrieve new boxes, and place them on, under, … Continue reading Sour Patch
I feel like we are all in survival mode. Recently I read a biography in which, the author made a comment that most people journal during difficult times, sorrow, or when life is hard. Although I do have times of journaling out frustrations or difficulty, I think that as a writer, I tend to write … Continue reading Survival Mode
Let's talk about prayer. Well, actually, let's first talk about tattoos. Because, legit, legit, I want to get one. I have ALWAYS, my entire life, said I would NEVER get a tattoo. Completely unappealing. I used to imagine, if I got one, as soon as the ink was pouring into my cells, regrets, questions, and … Continue reading Prayer & Tattoos
Seminary Wife 