…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
This one is of my mother’s necklace. I’m thirty days into the 365 project and am getting faster at composing my photos and editing. I’m also no longer cringing at…
But I liked it.
When I talk about this cardigan I always want to put on an affectation of a southern lady’s voice. I am a southern lady, so this is very affected. It…
Just getting some more 365’s out of the way here. I’m now 2/3 of the way through this project and it’s become a ritual, sometimes a ritual accompanied by a…
I had intended to write something about God changing His mind for this post. Pretty hefty topic and I don’t think I’m up to the task, so I’ll just say…