On our drive down to Gatlinburg last Friday the license plate on a little red car in the next lane caught my eye. It read “FNLY HPY”. As we accelerated past, I glanced over at the driver; a sixty-something woman with shortly-cropped gray hair and dark-rimmed rectangular glasses. For some reason I expected the owner…
Tag: happiness
Mom Jeans
I became a Christian in a traffic jam on 66 East. Well, lots of traffic jams, actually (reason #487 why I will *probably* never move back to Northern Virginia). My 98 Dodge Neon didn’t have a CD player, so I was stuck with radio. Normal, AM/FM radio. Since WPGC seemed to have the same four…
Icing On The Cake
I could make some man very happy one day. I love God. I clean. I bake bagels from scratch. I’m passionate and affectionate and I can find the humor in almost anything. I am strong and supportive and protective of my people. I love bourbon and a good cigar. So, yeah. I could be an…
Living Well 