When I was pregnant with Mini Me, I was terrified that something would be terribly wrong with him–mostly because of all of the terrible things I had done during my very in-depth studies for my PhD in partying at the University of Georgia. 1,727 more words
My tenth year of serving as a missionary in southern Africa was commemorated with a run-in with a taxi, and unfortunately, not a set of cupcakes. 1,467 more words
Hi there, Friday Peeps!
Haven’t been near the blogmachine lately, because I have my mother over from the UK. For FOURTEEN days! It didn’t seem such a looooooong time when she was safely in her jungle-gardened semi in Surrey, and I was nestled in my thick-walled 450 yr old Swiss cottage. 206 more words