It’s Not Another Paula Deen Post…or A Classroom Tale of Hate and Healing
I’m not trying to weigh in on the Paula Deen thing. Really, I’m not. Especially because every time I read something about it, my feelings toward her do adjust slightly…
I’m Okay with Sinking
Wow. I just got my second wind. And just in the nick of time! I can play along at fake it ‘til I make it for awhile, but eventually the…
Confessions of a Christmas Junkie…or…Yes, Virginia, I Have Three Christmas Trees
The media wants us to be bitter about Christmas. Have you noticed that abrasive tone in commercials and TV shows? It’s like we’re expected to shift gears somewhere—as kids…
Tidings of Comfort
I’ve watched news footage cover national tragedies and wiped away tears at the horror of it all. But Sandy Hook reduced me to a pile in the middle of our…
What I Can’t Handle Can Help Me
I’m on a mission, people. Now, I don’t want to offend anybody with this, but I’ve silently watched as people tout this nonsense advice all over the place–Facebook, Sunday school,…
Mad Skillz–er–Skills. See Katie Spell.
Been on a job hunt lately? Dumb question. I’ve seen the unemployment numbers. Obviously a big chunk of the American population is looking. Let me make my apologies to any…
I Know My Limitations. I Live in Here.
A great friend of mine texted me recently, “You amaze me with your faith.” She knows me better than just about anybody, so I’m sure she wasn’t dazzled for long.…
On Becoming a Daddy’s Girl
My parents planned a big vacation every summer which usually involved driving long distances. We were on our way to Colorado one year when we stopped at a mom and…
Katie Prescott Beasley 