“Lisa, let’s go jump off that rock,” I said. With only a tiny bit of hesitation and in her Southern Louisiana accent that’s most prominent after a White Claw, she said, “Ok, let’s go.” We swam over to Elephant Rock in the emerald waters of Beaver Lake in Eureka Springs,…
Read MoreLast Monday morning early, my husband was off to work, and I was at home with River, getting him ready for his swim lesson. That hour before swim is a hectic one because I’m getting River ready, getting his bag ready and getting 8,000 dishes in or out of the…
Read MoreThere’s a small metal easel at the end of our bar filled with River’s artwork, all crinkled from paint, with streamers hanging off of it, perfectly imperfect. Just behind it sits two containers of Advil and Tylenol for infants. River’s not an infant anymore, so they’re in that spot until…
Read MoreA couple of weeks ago, I signed up for “Repurposed” at my church. It’s a training program designed to help you find your God-given purpose. Several of my friends had gone through this training experience, and I was excited to take part in it until I received an email with…
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl, I loved dolls. And, oh, the care I took in the dolls that belonged to me. Their hair was always styled to my liking, their clothes were meticulously coordinated and they were always carefully put up in their rightful place, most often their crib,…
Read MoreI was in Virginia Beach, Virginia meeting up with two of my very best friends, Kelly and Holly, at the boardwalk. It was a lovely day. Water was glistening and sun was shining just as it should be when you’re sharing a day with your people. They wanted to take…
Read MoreJust four short days after giving birth to an 8 lb 11 oz hambone of a baby boy, River Williams Parish, my husband and I were up and off to see the pediatrician. Lawdhammercy, what a feat! It seemed like it took us an eternity to wake, feed, burp, change,…
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