I’m laying here, trying to fall asleep, but all I can think about is your face. Now that I have my readers thinking I’m talking about a sexy hunk of a man… I’ll say that you’re a she and you could very easily be my mom. 387 more words
Last night, I came home from youth group to a newly engaged sister, two sinks and a stove of dishes to wash (sans dishwasher– because economical), and one blog post due for writing. 800 more words
We were stopped at that intersection with the bank on the corner when my barricade just sort broke.
My brother was driving while I was in the passenger seat, and we’d been talking about my friends (or lack thereof). 322 more words
I’ve been sitting here, staring at this blank white screen as I try to pluck out the ice breaker post. There’s so much I want to say, and to so many different kinds of people I want to say it to, with frankly no idea how to even write a blog– much less a… 795 more words