November 2010

This post’s for you, Misty Brianne Boyd, best friend for life, and all of us Millers and Boyds who -- 22 years ago -- moved from Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Nashville, Tennessee as strangers and soon became the family that each

Unlike my husband, I’ve never actually caught a shoplifter red-handed in our store, but I’ve always been hankering to. A female version of Barney Fife, I’m constantly fingering the bullet in my shirt pocket, just waiting for the moment when I

Stepping back to survey the scene, my best friend, Misty, my older brother, Joshua, and I, Jolina, wiped the sweat trickling down our faces with itchy forearms and smiled. Above us, the sun pierced the canopy of kudzu, spraying the

As my husband and I were driving home from camping this afternoon, he asked, “Is it just this group who’s talking deep and philosophical all the time, or is everyone that way these days?”I thought for a moment, ran my