Christmas Break means…
Share Nicknames Pranks and Cherokee Middle School memories Naps Secret wishes that little ones would stay little forever and more naps Coats, this thing called winter that Texas doesn’t understand, and space heaters among countless other blessings including an empty yellow backpack that is unaware that school is around the
Walk with a Skip
Share Exactly a year from this past Saturday I got a new yellow backpack. Apparently this purchase was rather eventful, because it seems to have gotten a blog named after it. I still am not sure how that happened… – regardless – Here’s a little refresher: – Though I’m sure
Why I Blog
Share I write often. Mostly about silly things– yellow backpacks and coffee and Christmas. It helps keep writing fun, because research and theology papers have the ability to suck all life out of writing. Also, I kind of want to prove to my grandchildren that I lived an entertaining life
Setting Realistic Goals for the New Year
Share You know I love my yellow backpack (with its coffee stains and all). The backpack is bright; it’s cheery; it’s always nearby, and it’s needed. For Christmas I got my first winter coat in years, and living in Missouri we can all admit it was needed. It’s yellow. As
How to Wake Up on the Right Side of Bed
Share A while ago I wrote about my new yellow backpack. At the the time, the bright yellow backpack put a little skip in my step, but inevitably the backpack got old. My organization failed; stray papers found themselves crumpled in the bottom, my many coffee spills dulled