Other than zumba, yoga is the only type of exercise I can stand.
She’s a baaaaandwagon, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.
Good ol’ Top Ten Tuesdays catching me unawares like they do every week!
This is a good one. It’s like confession for readers.
Forgive me, Jane Austen, for I bear some very unpopular opinions.
Today I pull out Bloody, Bloody Andrew Jackson and Lily Allen.
I earned that “explicit” tag. Be warned.
I’m back with more sad songs.
For context, I am forgoing food this morning, filling my stomach instead with boiling hot caramel tea – doctor’s orders.
Let that guide your reading experience.
That’s right: I made a Spotify playlist. Continue reading “Methodist Despair Playlist: Part 1 (explicit)”
Yesterday, the United Methodist church voted to uphold its ban on same-sex marriage and LGBTQ+ clergy. Continue reading “No Longer a Methodist”