A Doorway to the Past
Every Wednesday I share a picture for Wordless Wednesday–but it’s not any old picture. It’s always an old black and
Every Wednesday I share a picture for Wordless Wednesday–but it’s not any old picture. It’s always an old black and
I didn’t have a pen with me at church today. I wish I did because I really wanted to take
I don’t mean weekly as in, I do this weekly. I just mean, this is My Week Round Up. Get
If I could write one I could win one thousand bucks Well, my haiku stinks. Maybe just one more I
My grandmother & unknown male. 1943. I think Grandma was born in 1930. That’d make her 13. She looks older
Guess what? I’m guest blogging over at Jo-Lynne‘s fabu fabulous Chic Critique! And it’s on my MOST favorite thing in
for Tasha… Lydia: I reading a Cookie Monster book! Me: Cookie Monster is one silly monster. Lydia: Mommy is a
A few weeks ago Lydia came home from church with a magnet. It has a little heart on it and
“Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of
Fashion. Well, I just don’t get it. I mean, yeah, I watch Project Runway. But I just don’t get it.
Yesterday I faxed a signed copy of a contract on our house in Birmingham. Yes, that means we sold it.