Much ink has already been spilled in the aftermath of the recent tragedies in our nation. And sadly, too much of it has actually been spewed instead of just spilled. We are quick to take our limited information and mix it with our dangerous assumptions and our blatant lack of actual knowledge, and the three combine to form a volatile { read more… }

I’ve lived in Texas since the summer I turned eight. That would be 41 summers best I can count. And yes, with some quick math you can figure out that I either just turned 49 or am about to turn 49. I’ll save you some creeping on Facebook. It’s the latter. Despite the fact that I’ve got 41 summers under { read more… }

  So here’s the short version of a much longer story. I fell in love with a house. It had a well. Brad said it would be a constant headache. We bought it anyway. And while I can’t say it’s been a constant headache, I can definitely say that it has a fairly persistent challenge. So the latest well dilemma { read more… }

This story requires several disclaimers: 1. I have killed more than one rattlesnake by myself, as well as a some other snake that found its way into my outdoor birdcage. 2. I am able to independently remove all manner of scorpions, spiders, and even Mexican spiny lizards from my house. { Another disclaimer might be necessary here. I promise my { read more… }

So, I think I might’ve mentioned I’m going to be Tula! { If you missed last week’s GloryStory, you have no idea who Tula is. Read it first and and the rest of this story will make sense. } Logan and Sarah are expecting A BOY on December 4, which just so happens to be the very same date that Logan was due. Of { read more… }

It was Tuesday, January 19. I had just returned from my trip to Alaska where I had met Tula, a precious lady I instantly loved because of her sassy disposition and her unusual name. She was quick to tell me that Tula was Greek, as in Toula in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I told Tula that I loved the { read more… }