callmeloquacious

Life

  • 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

  • Living in the Shadows of Sameness

    I’m not the only one, at least I don’t think so. The days often look the same. Dishes, laundry, make the beds, clean the floors, change the diapers… Every day I fall into this pattern. It’s increasingly become the same… 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

  • The Message in the Mess

    I cannot be credited with this phrase. Quite frankly, it came from a baking show. But, when I heard it, it immediately reminded me of my current week. I have not been feeling my best and everything feels like a… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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