Have you ever heard the song “Broken,” by Lifehouse? I just did for the first time. It seemed to be exactly what I needed on this miserable Monday morning. One lyric in particular struck a chord (pun) with me: “In … Continue reading
Yesterday in church, I played the organ as the accompanist for the congregation. I’ve been doing this for exactly one year. One year ago, I sat down at the organ bench, took a deep breath, and thought, “What on Earth … Continue reading
Remember that time a few weeks ago, when my sister and I decided to give our mom a kitchen/great room makeover for Mothers’ Day? {You can read the entire saga, in order, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, … Continue reading
Now that I’m no longer on a tropical island, Mondays seem a lot more daunting. Without the sand between my toes, life is just a little…blah. A lot blah, actually. But really, can you blame me? Of course, there’s really … Continue reading
Almost every week for the past long time, I have seriously bemoaned the wretchedness that is the Monday morning. For a semi-comprehensive list of all my bitter Monday posts, see below: Semi-comprehensive List of Bitter Monday Posts: 1. Here 2. … Continue reading
On a dark and stormy night, I died. I should have expected as much, what with the dark and stormy night and all. College taught me one term of literature that will stick with me throughout my life: the pathetic … Continue reading
This post is about happier days. Sunday evenings are almost perfect, and I’ve thought so for as long as I can recall. When I was a little girl, Sundays meant three hours of church, followed by leisurely playing/reading/dinnering, and later, … Continue reading