Sherri Cornelius

It was a beautiful weekend here in Blossomland. Perfect church-going weather. That’s right, CHURCH. My brother Wopsle, in a move to be closer to home, took a job as youth pastor at Westmoore Community Church, and I went to check out his new digs and.

Much stuff happened this weekend, but none of it involved getting a new vehicle. Looks like I’m homebound for another week. If you haven’t been over to my new blog lately, you should go by and check it out. The latest post is a guest article from.

I’ve been feeling a bit disconnected the past few days. I think it’s because things have been weird in my real life, and when I’m dealing with real life stuff I sort of shut down until I process it all. Nothing life-shattering has happened, some of.

My little experiment with You Are the Muse on Thursdays hasn’t really worked. Originally I thought YAtM needed its own space, but I was too afraid to give that level of commitment when I didn’t even know if I could sustain it for a long period of time,.

I sit in a quiet house for the first time in a week. A crazy blizzard plus several atypical days of subzero temperatures kept the entire family huddling in a thankfully barely-warm-enough house, but today, finally, our routine is back to normal. Finally,.

Some think of the muse as a pet who will come if you train it with treats, while others see it as a lover you must coax with candlelight and soft words. I have a friend (though I can’t for the life of me remember which) who calls the muse “that elusive.

I know we don't get as much snow as some places, but come on. Misery is misery. It's eight degrees with snow like tiny ice pellets. Winds 30-40 mph, pelting any foolishly exposed skin raw within seconds. I don't even know what the wind chill factor is,.