When I lived in Indianapolis, circa 1999, I used to drive by a house that always grabbed my attention, because I was convinced it must be the house John Mellencamp was thinking about when he wrote Pink Houses. The interstate just shaved that tiny little yard into an even tinier little yard with the brute... Continue Reading →
I’m always right, OR… It’s my birthday!
Tucked happily into the gorgeous hills and woods of Wisconsin, I write about life, faith, and the humor that both require. I spend most of my time homeschooling my kiddos, reading and writing in the space between.
