This is where I’m coming from: Let me just start out by saying that God really knows what He is doing. That sounds pretty obvious, but it is so easy to get wrapped up in my own .
I grew up with the blessing of knowing my great-grandmother. Every Thursday was G.G.’s day. She would pick me up from the babysitter and as we would pull up the steep driveway in .
It has been an amazing few years at the Cotton Mill Lofts. As the name suggests, it is a renovated cotton and textile mill that was refurbished with the help and hard work of so many. .
Saturday night, my cousin Beka and I ventured up to Atlanta to attend Winter Jam at the Georgia Dome. It was a much-needed day away for the both of us. We arrived early enough to check .
Every year since Grampa passed away our family has taken off for the holidays. The idea of staying home for the holidays left us down and out so our new tradition was to select a .
It’s been over a month. I still don’t have much that I feel I can say. On the outside, I am moving on with life and keeping it together. Inside I’m still falling down .
It has been quite a while since I’ve last posted. I promise I am coming back! My life has been a whirlwind of emotions and I’m not sure how to think straight just yet. I .
Girls, let’s be honest (and guys too!). You know we have all done it. Your make up is on. Your hair is just right. You spent over an hour getting ready. The camera is aimed. Arms .
