It was Friday the 13th, and I found myself in The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, also affectionately known as The Modern to those of the artsy variety. (Note: I learned this from a t-shirt in the museum gift shop, as I certainly am not the artsy sort.) My real reason for being at the museum is far too { read more… }

Three things: 1. It has to have trees. Big trees. Preferably live oaks.2. It has to be on a paved road. Gravel does not count.3. It can’t be more than 30 minutes from town. That was my list, and I was sticking to it. As Brad and I drove countless hours all over McLennan, Coryell, and Bosque counties searching for { read more… }

I pretty sure there’s not a Farm-to-Market in McLennan and Bosque counties that I haven’t been on at least once. And, it’s not because I get lost while driving. It’s because Brad

Today marks the one year anniversary of the death of my precious Granny. She went home a few minutes after 12pm last year, just one day shy of her 95th birthday. I’ve lived every one of the 365 days since then missing her profoundly, but yet rejoicing greatly that she is exactly where she longed to be – in heaven! { read more… }

Those who know me well would say that Prepared might be my middle name. It could be. I am typically all about being prepared. I truly don’t like surprises, and my way of compensating for this is preparation. Or, as my boys would say, over-preparation. Usually when we go on a vacation, I have every last detail planned. Not this { read more… }

A quick recap from yesterday. We hiked up Bear Mountain in Sedona, 2.6 miles and 1800 feet down. BEFORE we started today’s adventures, we took a vote. And, we unanimously agreed. It will be EASIER to hike DOWN the canyon and then back up rather than hiking up the mountain and then back down. With that in mind, we headed { read more… }