For someone who isn't good at singing, I sing a lot. If you ask my mom, my singing is pretty good, but if you ask anyone else, well... they're not asking me to sing live anywhere. Priscilla and Haven, two of my roommates, can sing pretty well. Between the three of us, our house is … Continue reading bad singing & empty butter tubs →

Before I talk about growing up in Atlanta, I've got to clear up one thing. Although three of the four Scott kids were born in Atlanta, we were born on Texas soil. This is a detail my sister NEVER leaves out when people are shocked that we aren't "Texas born and raised." How, you may … Continue reading pine trees & dog food →

When the dove returned to him in the evening, there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf! Then Noah knew that the water had receded from the earth. — Genesis 8:11 I sat at the kitchen counter at my home in little ol' Caldwell, TX and brainstormed with my mom. I wanted a name … Continue reading the back perch – the whole story →