Of Lions and Men

    *ahem* So this past weekend, I was privileged to attend a Ladies Conference in Springfield, Missouri (ye old stomping ground, by the way) with some of the FABulous ladies from my church. So I don’t know about you, but with all the drama in Washington, the instability of our economy and the undoubtedly hostile attitude of the Middle East toward Uncle Sam and his children, I felt fear gripping my heart in a choke hold every time I watched the news or listened to Mark Levin. I would sit on my bed with my knees drawn up to my chin while bizarre and terrifying scenarios would flash across my overwrought imagination. And as cool as Katniss Everdeen and Tris Prior are, I’m convinced that a world like theirs would be far more formidable (and far...

To Live, or Not to Live

    “The best things in life aren’t free.” I’m an adventurer. Some would say I have the heart of a gypsy. A mover and a shaker. Flighty. Restless. They all work. So it’s not too terribly surprising that the most cherished of my dreams is to live my entire life backpacking around Europe, making money here and there, washing my clothes in the Canal, saving all my money for an Amtrak ticket to Scotland. The most common reaction when I tell people my dream isn’t shock or consternation, like I thought it would be. It’s a little surprise mixed with a whole lot of, “That’s so cool,” and “That would be so fun!”. I have to say, I was surprised. Surprised that so many people would love to do...