To Hide It or Not to Hide It?
I used to hide it. I’d put my hands in my pockets or behind my back and hope that nobody noticed. If I had to stand in front of the class and speak from note cards or read an essay, I’d bring a clipboard or ask if I could use a lectern for my papers, so...
Step Away from the Wackadoodle: Something Beautiful and Weird to Calm Your Nerves
Have you found yourself making faces like these two lately? I ‘m afraid I have. Plus my left eye started twitching wildly around 9 pm last night, so if you see me, don’t assume I’m flirting with you. (Though who could blame me, as fine as you are?!)...
Water for Charlotte
If you’ve been following the news, I wonder if you’re sad and angry like I am about the killing of Keith Lamont Scott by police in Charlotte and concerned for the community there, for the protestors marching, the police officers trying to keep the peace, the people...
Childhood, Unboxed, with a Side of Skittles
After church on Sunday, I drove to Raleigh to see my parents. The three of us had such a nice time doing Skaggs-ish things, talking about how hilarious and delightful all the children related to us are, retelling old stories that we know by heart, working puzzles in...
A Talking Stick Speaks Out. Kind of.
It was just a stick that had fallen out of a neighbor’s tree and now it laid on their finely manicured lawn, but as I passed it on my morning walk, day after day after day, I found myself giving this stick way more thought and attention than seems normal or sane...
Check Out Becky’s Books
The Holy Éclair: Signs and Wonders from an Accidental Pilgrimage
French By Heart: An American Family’s Adventures in La Belle France
What’s a Nice God Like You Doing in a Place Like This? A COMPLETELY UNORTHODOX DEVOTIONAL GUIDE
