My God Story

Guys. I have NEVER had it all together. Not before I was a Christian, and not since becoming one. I fall short every day. But if God can take the mess I was, the girl who thought she had zero value, then he can do the same for you. The amazing thing is, he longs…

Pack it up, Pack it in..

My house is not my house without me in it. As I put pictures, decor, books, and personal effects in boxes, the me-ness of the place fades away and ugly blank walls stare back at me.  I’m not sad to leave, although I love the neighborhood and have some great memories here: hosting Friendsgiving Dinner…

Meet Franbo

Growing up I had a nickname for my mother. It was Franbo. Franbo came from a long line of Jewish Kickboxers, and she loved to clean house. Literally. My mom would tie a handkerchief over her hair, and if you didn’t hop-to washing walls, you’d be in for it. This is a picture I drew…

This Chick: A Love Story

If she wasn’t so nice, I’d hate her. AshCap appeared in our little circle of friends one Tuesday night three years ago. She’d worked briefly with Ashley W., who invited her to Girls’ Night at Tara’s house. She was a dietitian, so obviously she was thin. She also was tall, blond, and model-gorgeous. We are…