Last week I went to a children's ministry conference with the children's ministry staff from my church (which is a great story in and of itself, so I'll let you know when it's posted). On the way back to Virginia from Atlanta, we stopped at an outlet mall to get some much needed shopping done. … Continue reading Hanging Out at the Pottery Barn
Virginia
Day Twenty Four
Where I Live I live in Blacksburg, Virginia. I don't care who knows it. In fact, I encourage you to stop by sometime. We can grab some dinner at the Rivermill (which is home to the greatest tater tots on the planet) or take in the natural beauty of one of the many local hiking … Continue reading Day Twenty Four
Come Hell or High Water
I was only five years old when the infamous Flood of '85 washed away a chunk of southwest Virginia. I really don't remember much about it, and most of what I do know has been pieced together from old news footage and exaggerated memories. I was in kindergarten at East Salem Elementary School. When the … Continue reading Come Hell or High Water
NC Revisited
Eight years ago, I moved to Wake Forest, North Carolina. At the time, I truly believed this represented a permanent change in my life. I thought that I had said good bye to the Commonwealth of Virginia for good, except for holidays and family events. Turns out I was wrong. Eight years ago, I moved … Continue reading NC Revisited
5 Reasons Why I’d Make a Bad Colonial Person
Not long ago, I noticed someone's Facebook status which made the claim that they would make a bad colonial person. If it was you, let me know so I can give you the proper credit. Anyway, that statement got me thinking: How would I have fared in colonial America? I don't think I would do … Continue reading 5 Reasons Why I’d Make a Bad Colonial Person
The Confusing Middle 