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  • Magic in the Making

    There are moments that I remember from growing up. Sitting in the kitchen, on a Saturday morning, hopeful that my Mama would make her magic pancakes. I’d watch as she’d mysteriously dump ingredients into the Tupperware measuring bowl. I remember… Continue reading

  • I Hear Voices

    Baseball season has arrived. Breezy, beautiful nights. Hot dogs. The sound of a bat hitting a baseball. Kids on the field playing in dirt… (We’re still in that stage.) I watched my boys walk to the home plate, bat in… Continue reading

  • The Breaking or Breaking Through

    Honey for many years was a bus driver, in addition to pastoring. 2023 we had snow early on. While in Indiana, it would take a significant amount to make a difference, only a few inches in Arkansas can cause the… Continue reading

  • The Silence

    March 3rd, two weeks ago today, is what I call my (8th) “Holyfield” anniversary. Honey asked me that morning if I was okay. And he’s asked me days since. I answered, “yes,” because, yes, I was okay. And, yes, I… Continue reading

  • The Bag Lady

    I love accessories. Specifically, I love bags. Bags, purses, backpacks. Never can have enough. Okay, over the years, I have pared down on my bag buying and bag hoarding. But still, I love a walk through that department at the… Continue reading

  • One Tired Mama

    This was originally posted when Hunter was almost 8 weeks old. Of course, things have changed since then, but there are a host of things that have not! Although I’ve always understood and known it to be true, the reality… Continue reading

  • Spilled Milk

    We have a saying in our house: We don’t cry about spilled milk. As you can imagine, with four boys (ages 6 and under) there are a lot of things spilled. Especially when you have tiny humans who are just… Continue reading

  • Honey

    We often say that God works in mysterious ways. I feel as though my life is a testament to that. He is mysterious, but He’s also very good. After Clayton, I was certain there would be no one else for… Continue reading

  • The Heartbreak

    It was the summer after I turned six. My dad was offered a job transfer, and he accepted. My family made the long trip from Texas to Northern Indiana. It was then that we met the Holyfields. It is interesting… Continue reading

  • Beginning Again

    We just returned from a family vacation. Our vehicle stinks. Literally smells. That will happen after four boys all come down with some type of stomach sickness while on the road. “These are the Good ole Days,” is posted on… Continue reading