Archive for April, 2008

Step one of any common Twelve Step Program is admitting you have a problem. So here goes… My name is Elicia and I am a cell phone addict. Whew. I feel better already.Regardless of setting, attire or company at any given time of day you will see attached to my hand or hip a shiny, […]

I will admit that this blog has been spawned by a dreadful trip (dum dum dum) to a department store dressing room with an armload of bathing suits. I hate bathing suit shopping worse than I hate mornings… can I get an AMEN? Let’s start with a little bit of history. I am not, on […]

Someone once said something extremely profound to me. He said, “Elicia, when you’re dead and gone, people won’t remember the things that you said, they’ll probably forget the mistakes you’ve made, and after time they may even forget what you looked like. One thing that they will never forget is the way you made them […]

The God Bubble


In my dining room hangs a framed quote. Normally, I don’t like art like this as it’s not really art at all. Then again, I’m not a very artsy person in general so maybe my “non-art” fits me just right. Back on subject, the canvas says in big bold blue letters “JOURNEY” and below it […]

A friend of mine recently asked me, “Why do I keep feeling this way???” The question was asked out of a moment of loneliness and depression which I understand all too well. Most would think that at this critical moment of my life I should be asking the same question. My response to my friend […]

Thanks for the title Tiff. 🙂I know that all parents have things that their children enjoy that drive them crazy. When I was a kid, my parents hated the Smurfs. Mom and Dad were probably anti-Smurf because of the witchcraft (we were Southern Baptist). Or maybe it was because Gargamel’s cat was named Azrael (the […]

It has been my adventure for the past few weeks to observe the social lives of four small children. My two, Canaan (almost 4) and Will (almost 2) and their friends Moira (4) and Camden almost (3). Today on our ride home Moira was trying to teach Canaan the latest song she learned at church. […]