I did. I prayed for the toilet. You might think I meant I had to go to the bathroom so badly, that I prayed I would find a toilet close by. That assumption is a good one considering my well-documented passion for good restrooms and the need to find them often as well as being … Read moreRead More Ever Pray for a Toilet?
Take it off?! Wait, you mean I don’t have to live with it? It could be erased, just like that? Gone? As if it had never been there at all?Read More You Don’t Have to Live With It
You know those times when your house is eerily quiet and you sense someone somewhere is up to no good? Well I had one of those occasions 8 years ago and I have the green goo stain in the carpet to prove it. One Sunday afternoon we were all enjoying a relaxing respite from the … Read moreRead More The Great Green Goo is No More!
Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my … Read moreRead More I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…