I remember seeing an infomercial on the television for a compilation CD titled, “Monster Ballads.” I was well into my Celine Dion phase, so the word ballad gave me pause. I was intrigued by its coupling with the word monster. So I listened. The 80s were a phenomenal time to be alive. Growing up with the stellar TV shows, teen angsty movies, questionable wardrobe, and Ronald Reagan was enough to
March came in like a thief in the night and stole all my sanity before I knew what was going on. What in the world? Where did the month go? I could have sworn I was celebrating my February book launch one day and the next time I checked my calendar, it was April. My point? Life has been busy. It’s a good busy…a GREAT busy I would say. The
I was with my Bible study group last week and somehow we wandered off, like our ancestors in the desert, and landed on the topic of playlists. Discussing Peter’s books will do that to you. I casually mentioned that I had an Easter playlist and several heads whipped around and demanded that I share said Easter playlist immediately. Oddly enough, they didn’t really care about my colonoscopy playlist, or the
Several months ago, I was browsing through a store and was drawn not to an article of clothing or darling home decor item, but to a voice I heard through the speakers. I had no problem carrying myself up to the cash register to ask the shop keeper exactly who was singing on her fabulous Pandora station. His name is Coffey Anderson. And I think you should know him too.
A few weekends ago, my niece Addison discovered my old Cabbage Patch doll. As an eight-year-old, she was fascinated by my tales of Xavier Roberts and how I had an actual birth certificate with my Cabbage Patch doll’s name on it. Of course she wanted proof of this glorious detail. Because I’m the best aunt ever, I caved and begrudgingly climbed the folding ladder up into attic where stuff from