Oh, look! It’s the new book that has my family screaming and ranting. My poor lil’ Granny is furious about the juicy details of someone’s affair.
Archive for March, 2003
sweet home south carolina.
Saturday, March 8th, 2003tidbits.
Friday, March 7th, 2003This was taken at Nick and Suzanne’s rehearsal dinner. Charity shares my love of hymns, funky umbrellas, and she knows when to confront me spiritually.
We can act goofy in public places, pose with mannequins, and feel no shame. Her heart is large enough to love me even when I am being the worst daughter ever.
I have no clue about this picture except that I am at my Granny’s house and I have the weirdest expression on my face.
after the rain.
Thursday, March 6th, 2003I am not sure that there is anything more disgusting than side-stepping nasty earthworms.
meditation.
Wednesday, March 5th, 2003Meditation is a lost art. It means to purposefully ponder, to mull meaningfully over, to continually consider, to keenly concentrate on so that it affect my behavior. Perhaps memorizing hoards of Bible verses isn’t the answer. Wouldn’t it better to meditate on one verse a year…and allow it to change your life than to memorize 50 for the mere sake of knowledge? Vague memories of my Bible Doctrines class meander around in my mind. We had to memorize tons of verses but now they are gone.
Gone, like Frank Sinatra, like Elvis and his mom, like Al Pacino’s cash…
I digress.