I confessed on Facebook recently that when in college, a few of us would gather during the movie Roadhouse just to take note of the ridiculous things uttered. Patrick Swayze got most of the quotable gold, so we called those fun comments, “Swayze-isms.” Fast forward and my son and I gather around the family…
The title doesn’t read, “That One Time” because I’ve sobbed more than once. Funny thing is, they aren’t the movies you’d think of. I laughed during ET because my mom was crying (I was 12 and obnoxious.) I cackled during The Guardian I made smart comments during Steel Magnolias I have cried during movies like:…
Sometimes it’s easy to write a confession down and share it with you. Afterall, chocolate is something people can relate to. Admitting I’m not over a situation, we’ve all been there, right? Then there is a confession like today. Sometimes I get sucked into reality television. I’m proud to say I’ve never watched a bachelor…
It’s been awhile since I’ve confessed, and Saturday is the day I do it. For new readers it’s not to air my laundry, it’s to encourage. Because there is one thing I know—the true defeated one likes us to think we’re the defeated ones. And if I can shed light on my struggles and surrender…
I’ve been helping out with youth ministry the last few months and our pastor has been sharing a video series on issues that we need to get real about. Anger, guilt, that kind of thing. He said something that stuck out to me, that our true self comes out with our reaction to a stubbed…
Apparently God’s got a theme for the season and it isn’t raking leaves and turkeys. It’s fake vs real. Masking vs transparency. Prison vs freedom. Not long ago I posted about My Fake Family. After that went live people started to comment about my necklace. I’d clutch it and blurt, “It’s fake. It’s a knock-off…