For years and years, whenever I heard the word granola I would picture Birkenstocks, daily batches of homemade bread, charming wood stoves, and clothes hung out on a line to dry. In other words, I never considered that granola could be a part of my life because granola seemed to belong to a world that this modern, microwave mama could never aspire to. I also…
I’m Becky. I Blog.
I'm a photographer, keyboard player, breast cancer survivor, songwriter, graphic artist, chuch media director, secretary, singer and pastor’s wife.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie are all on the list of things I love.