with Holly Varni
Have you heard the story about the golden cup in Leonardo Da Vinci’s, The Last Supper? The enormous painting that measures 15 x 29 feet and covers an entire wall, depicts the evening before Christ was betrayed by one of his disciples. If you don’t know that story...
Each of us has certain memories from our childhood that stick more than others. When I think back to the holiday season when I was growing up, the first image that comes to mind are my parents in our front yard putting up lights. It’s an understatement to say that...
A dear friend of mine, who is a regular topic of discussion on my blog, is someone I refer to as "Southern Belle". I've written of her charm and syrupy sweetness, her expectation for always being proper (said with a heavy lilt) and down home hospitality that could...
Boy meets girl. Boy and girl feel a spark but an obstacle stands between them. Boy can't stop thinking about girl. Boy and girl keep running into one another. Boy and girl spend time solving the problem. Boy and girl fall in love and live happily ever after. I am a...
Everyone develops a crush at some point. Mine happens to be more of an obsession. Not to the point where I would stalk this person, but he definitely holds my admiration from a distance. I get excited at the mention of his name. My heart races and I'm filled with a...
"I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils..." Do you remember this line from a famous movie? One of the main characters was talking about autumn and how it made him feel to the other character. He was saying how the fall season made him feel like buying...
Not addicted to Pinterest? Good for you. But can you say the same thing about Facebook? Think about it. Be honest. Really honest. Come on. How many times a day do you check Facebook for “new stories” posted? Do you...
I admit it. I have a problem. My name is Holly and I am addicted to Pinterest. Just like substance abuse, it typically takes someone close to you to be brutally honest with your change in behavior. In this case, it was...
“Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie ‘em in a knot? Can you tie ‘em in a bow? Can you throw ‘em over your shoulder like a continental soldier? Do your boobs hang low?” How important are your breasts to you? Are you attached...
My friend, the "Southern Belle," whom I've written about before was crying the other day. One of her dearest friends is dying of cancer and she went to say goodbye. As she was sharing her sorrow with me, tears began to fall...