Today I am grumpy. I’d like to pout shamelessly. Watch Gilmore Girls all day long. Consume a Caniac Combo. Drink IBC Root Beer out of the bottle steadily until the carbonation starts to get to me. And eat Dove chocolate until I am sick. And in the midst of typing this up for
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
Grow roots, Sprout wings…
I never enter in giveaways. Because I never win. But I’ve been admiring Lisa Leanord’s jewelry from afar for months now and Flower Patch Farmgirl is hosting a giveaway by none other than the silver genius herself! In order to enter, I have to choose ONE of her pieces that is most loudly callin’ my
Just one more reason Anne and I are kindred spirits…
“I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.” -Anne of Green Gables I am choosing colors for Miss Magnificent’s
Priceless
I’ve always been a reader…novels in particular tickle my fancy but as of late, reading time has been minimal. And reading material has primarily been of the be a better mom, be a better wife, be a better follower of Jesus nature. And those things are good – no doubt about it – but sometimes
The Leap
Twenty Eleven is ushering in a few changes in my writing life. First, I will no longer be writing for He Loves Us on a weekly basis. I will be popping back in there from time to time, though, so keep an eye out. And really, who doesn’t love Geoffrey’s daily devotionals?! I am INCREDIBLY
The way you move ain’t fair, you know…
I feel like you all should know that immediately after the saggy spirit sob story, I retrieved Miss Magnificent from her bed and, like any good mama, put Dora on for her. It’s our evening routine – don’t judge. I got some bacon-a-poppin’ for an impending dinner disaster that I totally saw coming but optimistically
My Saggy Spirit
I’m writing something. Yes I am yes I am yes I am. But the words are not flowing freely. They are tangled and awkard and frustrated and kinda tired. But still I must write because – well just because I must. Here I sit. Frumpy from head to toe – within and without. Blow dried
We interrupt this blog silence…
…to bring you more silence. I am simply letting ya’ll know that I’m taking a break for the month of December…to rest after my intense writing month of November [insert eye roll]. But we have 3, count ’em, 3 weeks before we head back to Louisiana and sometimes it’s good to take a break from
Grace
Grace abounds in my life. Everywhere. It fills up my heart, spills over into the depths of my soul, and washes me through and through. For as long as I can remember, I have sensed its presence – have always known that I live and move and have my being in a cloud of inexplicable
Snapshots of Grace
31 Days of Grace. I have been deeply moved and challenged through Emily’s words. Today, though, is notsomuch about words. It’s about pictures. Of grace. And this one – well I am overwhelmed by the grace that is represented in this picture. Later this week I’ll expand on that, but for now see if you