I like to say that I don’t have any guilty pleasures. From time to time I’ll even correct someone, asking why they should feel guilty about enjoying the things they love. It goes something like this: Friend: You know, watching
I had a dream that this post would start out with photos from a beautiful recipe that I pulled together out of the cabinets using Deb Perelman’s brand new, beautiful cookbook, but let’s be real. I worked until 6,
Well, it is finished. Rachel Held Evans’ A Year of Biblical Womanhood, that is. It took me approximately one week to (finally!) finish the book and have time to share my thoughts on it, but that is on top of
I’m about half-way through with Rachel Held Evans’ recent book A Year of Biblical Womanhood. I’m reading YBW this week and blogging about my experience. This may actually bleed into next week, but I’m hoping to finish up this weekend…
I’m reading through A Year of Biblical Womanhood this week, and will be dialoguing with the book in this space. I hope that you will join me and engage with it honestly. I’m up e-a-r-l-y this morning. [And I’m using
First things first: I’m sorry about the lame-o post I put online late last night so that I had “blogged” for the day. Since the moment I decided to try blogging every day in November [called NoBloPoMo by the BlogHer
Being my last week of “break” before school begins next Monday, I’ve been doing a bit more reading and movie watching than usual. Yesterday, I finished re-reading C.S. Lewis’ Prince Caspian and finished the day by watching Precious on Netflix.