I had the weirdest shopping list for a while: I was on a quest for Jesus-Colored-Yarn. Each store I stopped into over several weeks, I would peruse their craft aisle, or several yarn aisles, all in the name of Baby Jesus’ sweetly colored skin. I can’t be the only one…
Inked
I always liked to make the joke that I would only get a tattoo once I turned eighty. Part of it was a fear of needles (I’ve been known to faint from time to time), but the bigger issue is my indecisiveness. By eighty, I may finally have an idea of…