callmeloquacious

Family

  • The Things We Carry

    For most of my life I never felt like I had great testimony. If you aren’t familiar with the lingo, it’s your personal “come to Jesus” moment. I grew up in church. I didn’t have a “I was going down… Continue reading

  • An Anniversary

    Friday, Honey and I celebrated our 5th anniversary. Of course, things didn’t go as planned. In our case, the anniversary plans went awry when Honey had a scratched cornea and an eye infection. Friday was spent at home, with the… Continue reading

  • Call me Loquacious

    We were in Texas with my Uncle Robert, my mom’s eldest brother. His voice, warm and gravely, a voice I always equated to being home. A Dr. Pepper and coffee drinker. His dining room contained multiple televisions, turned on to… 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

  • 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