What is it about my fingers on a keyboard that brings forth confessions of my soul? I start typing, and before you know it, I’ve already thrown myself under the bus. Yet more treadmarks on my backside today. I have an addiction. Well, let me clarify and say that it is a mostly a seasonal addiction. Mostly. It hits this time { read more… }

Y’all know how when you bought your home or a car and you had to sign your name something like 4 zillion times on 48 thousand pieces of paper … all in about 4 minutes or less? I always wanted to say to the poor unsuspecting car salesman or the polite girl at the title company… Could you give me a few hours { read more… }

Read the title again. Do not be confused, lest nasty rumors get started about this blog. Today’s post is about Mirror Talk, not Pillow Talk. Two entirely different subjects. If you google pillow talk, you’ll get a Wikipedia definition that is best left for websites like Wikipedia and not like Sanctuary Oaks. Need I say more?! Of course, you’ll also { read more… }

My Instagram and Facebook feed blew up today with pictures of SNOW. Ask anyone in central Texas, and they will tell you, “It SNOWED today!” A veritable winter wonderland. People who live in glass houses should not throw stones, so I’m sure not carrying around any rocks in my pocket. I bundled up and went outside in the SNOW today, too. Wouldn’t { read more… }

So… I’m trying this new morning routine. I’m calling it Sacred Space. So far I have stunk at it. #truth The plan was this. One hour to exercise. One hour with God. One hour to write. Yesterday I failed. I got in my hour with God, but only 45 minutes of exercise and no writing time. There was this thing { read more… }

Ok. Confession time.  I am competitive. I said it. I own it. I am it. Actually, that’s not the whole truth. I’m not just competitive. I want to win. The scenario might go something like this. Brad says something. I know he’s wrong. I politely correct him. He claims he is right. I’m certain he is wrong. Can I just { read more… }