Who says resolutions and goals are only reserved for January? I love the first day of a new month. Especially the first day of June. Something about beginning a new season on top of a new month, it just feels hopeful. So, I’m grabbing life by the horns and using this June 1 as a …
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Drop what you're doing and watch this film. I was really reluctant to watch Hacksaw Ridge. I thought "another war movie, great." I am a huge supporter of our military and I am thankful every single day for the sacrifices made by our men and women in the armed services, along with their families. Movies …
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It's that time of year again we dread. Well, unless you're Gigi Hadid or Kendall Jenner. It's swimsuit season. I started singing "It's the most dreadful time of the year..." while browsing the swimwear aisle at Target recently. Oddly enough, no one found this funny. Why is everyone so determined to be angry? That's a blog …
You snap photos of strangers and post them on social media. No big deal, right? If the reverse happens, does it become a big deal?
Name tags. Ever notice how little we use them? If you haven't, I've noticed for you and I decided quite sometime ago that I wanted to do something about them. To put it simply, I use them. That tag displays a name that identifies a person who is, at least for a moment, in your life. …
I know. This sounds like a sappy love song, but I pose the question honestly. Have you ever felt the rain? We've all felt the rain. We scramble through it desperately trying to reach our next destination untouched. We curse the rain when our outdoor plans are ruined. Some of us even fear the rain. …
Whew! It's been a hot minute since I have been on this thing. Over a year to be exact. First of all, it's so hard for me to believe that I have been graduated from Baylor University for five years now, to the day. Wow. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Shaking Judge …
Here comes the ball. As it hits my glove, dust erupting from within, I can no longer deny it. The count is 3-0. Three balls, no strikes... three balls... no strikes. I turn and walk back to the top of the circle, kicking the chalk, punishing it for my mistake. It's a feeble victory in …
