Coloring Outside the Lines of Grace
I still remember my grade school glory days — me, a blank coloring page, and my prized 64-pack of Crayolas. Oh, the smell of wax and potential! I might not have been Michelangelo, but give me a steady hand and I could color within the lines like a pro. Let’s just say, if there’d been…
Help for an Ice Cream-oholic!
Help for an Ice Cream-oholic!I scream. You scream. We all scream… well, you know the rest!My lifelong affair with ice cream began with a hand-cranked peach delight my dad used to make. That creamy sweetness was followed by a chocolate fudgesicle ritual every Sunday night after church. And then came the ice cream truck. That…