Author: Chey Davis

  • I wonder as I wander

    did you ever wonder if you’d got God all wrong? I’m beginning to feel as though I’ve missed something over all these years. I think I’ve tried to think myself into believing in God and what he can do or has done. i searched google for God’s love. you wouldn’t believe it, so you should…

  • If I knew now, what I will know then. . .

    So I was reading my thesis today (I know, the height of narcissism) and for the first time in a year, it wasn’t that bad. it’s shocking, I know. but I came to the conclusion that I really could’ve used more time. The whole thing would have been better, you know. When i graduated from…

  • a few questions

    How many wipes does it take to change a poopy diaper? What does it mean when your 3-year-old says “I love you” 59 times a day? What does sex really mean to women? What’s a good beer for non-beer drinkers? Did you clean your bathtub yet?

  • Getting into you

    Alright, kids. Here’s a little tidbit by way of full-disclosure. I’m a bather. Not just your run-of-the-mill (what does that mean anyway) bather who showers to get clean but a bath-taker, full with candles, music 3 or 4 books, the works. So, to wit, I have relatively high standards for bathtub cleanliness. Some of you…

  • Blog for me, blog for you?

    So, wow, there’s a lot going on around here these days. Check out Noel’s blog . He’s got some interesting stuff about the nature of blogs and what we should be saying to each other. Now, when I started on this–Davin’s–blog I had the same questions. I started mainly because Davin was not posting enough…

  • I couldn’t have said it better. . .

    And, in fact, didn’t. So as summer approaches the children start appearing, en masse. Last summer when I was writing and rewriting my thesis I had to fend them off with regular food offerings, like strawberries, watermelon and such. I’d have to put it on the porch at one end and sit with my computer…

  • I’m hoooome!

    I’m back from my trip. It was “Surreal in its badness.” This note is left over from the final airport stint on Monday morning. That’s right. Monday morning. I was stuck in Philly Sunday night due to weather in Detroit. It was bad, but I have to admit there were people who had it worse.…

  • So close, but yet. . .

    So, here I am on my trip. i’m in Cherry Hill, New Jersey for the Teaching Professor conference. The conference is up the street at the Hilton. I am at the Holiday Inn. Do I sound thrilled? ‘Cause I’m not. I am speaking to you now on a long distance call back to the servers…

  • A star is born!

    Look everyone! Lila is famous. We got to participate in the Michigan Parade today downtown with my parent’s dance troupe, Fantasia (that’s Fan-tas-eeya) for those who don’t speak spanish.

  • It’s like a tangerine dream!

    Well, brothers, I sit here before you a changed woman. My pleas have not gone unaswered. I am experiencing the “Panther.” For all of the non-geeks, that means that my clamshell Ibook, bugs and all, is apparently able to handle the educational version of Mac OS 10.3 (seriously pared down)! Friends, this means. . .…