image source I open at the closet. Allison pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text, then looked again. It was from her husband, Brandon, and it lined up perfectly with the morning she was… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
image source I open at the closet. Allison pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text, then looked again. It was from her husband, Brandon, and it lined up perfectly with the morning she was… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
image source I open at the closet. Allison pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text, then looked again. It was from her husband, Brandon, and it lined up perfectly with the morning she was… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
These last few weeks I’ve been struggling with self-discipline. I’m not making good food choices at home, and I’m not making good food choices when I’m by myself in my truck, speeding off to whatever it is that has me… Read More »A forced entry
It’s cheat day. I’m sitting here in my recliner, listening to the children fight about watercolor paints in the kitchen, and I just had to physically move a bag of Sour Patch Kids out of my reach so I… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
It’s cheat day. I’m sitting here in my recliner, listening to the children fight about watercolor paints in the kitchen, and I just had to physically move a bag of Sour Patch Kids out of my reach so I… Read More »My “Little Win” system, and being best friends with the Timekeeper
It’s cheat day. I’m sitting here in my recliner, listening to the children fight about watercolor paints in the kitchen, and I just had to physically move a bag of Sour Patch Kids out of my reach so I… Read More »My “Little Win” system, and being best friends with the Timekeeper
This week has been nuts, right? Tragedy stacked on senseless tragedy, and every single time I open Facebook or Twitter, I’ve been bombarded with what I’m supposed to think or do in the wake of these events. This is not… Read More »The Fisher of Stories
This week has been nuts, right? Tragedy stacked on senseless tragedy, and every single time I open Facebook or Twitter, I’ve been bombarded with what I’m supposed to think or do in the wake of these events. This is not… Read More »A big reminder about small-town kindness
My family and I are, as you probably know after being inundated by social media posts all week, in Navarre Beach, Florida, on vacation. Things are great, thank you for asking. We’ve minimized the fighting, I’ve only had to… Read More »Red Flag of Courage