Just as friends, right?

Just as friends, right?

The first time Beau ever saw me … well, let’s just say, I was otherwise engaged … with someone else’s lips. Yep, for real. I was kissing a former beau (notice the lowercase) good-bye. Actually the guy was a friend of Beau’s. This took...
Comfort

Comfort

A big bowl of ice cream. A hot bath. Reading the Sunday paper. Vick’s Vaporub being rubbed on your chest when you’re sick.  Being held in your hubby’s arms just because. Rocking your baby. Pajamas. Reading a good book to your children. A great cup of...

A Few Thoughts Before I Go

I’m going to the beach. Again. This time with girlfriends. Good times. Here’s some thoughts … * Beau and I have been discussing this question lately: Would you rather know when you’re going to die or die instantly? Heavy stuff. * Just heard...

Bitter Laurel

Yeah. That’s what my name means. Not, “pure,” or “grace,” or “beautiful,” or “God is gracious.” Not “wisdom,” or “strong,” or “peace.” Nothing like that. Bitter. Laurel. A bitter...

I’m not sarcastic at all.

If you’ve been around the old blog long enough, you know I’m serious about 38.2% of the time. Life’s too short and got too many problems of its own to always post about deep, serious stuff. Now, don’t get me wrong … I have come up with...