Hey y'all, come on in and sit a spell. 

I have always had a love of words. My step-dad loves to tell the story of the time, when I was 2 or 3, and sat on his lap while we drove him to the airport (sweet 80's kid, no car seat). It was an hour+ drive. As he tells it, "your mouth never stopped moving. I actually looked for the pauses for breath and couldn't find them. Even as I walked towards security, you continued your streak." It should be noted, this man knows talking, he's a preacher. 

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I guess I should tell you about me. But what is there to say that you won't learn from my writing? Answer, NOTHING. I am not vague or covert. My skill set includes brutal honesty with an extra shot of sarcasm. 

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When I asked my deeply precious, Jesus-loving, and shockingly introverted mother what I should name this blog she stated plainly, "Snark and Jesus, dear. That's what you offer readily." Bless her. How she survived raising me is simply a testament to her unshakeable faith and consistent prayer life. 

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If you offend easily or view life as too precious for words, this space is probably not right for you. So don't come looking for an apology. I don't carry those here. Happy reading!