Halee: Once upon a time, there were some slightly crazy editors. Okay, fine. There were some definitely crazy editors. And in the spirit of collaboration and fun, they decided to gather and create some collective craziness.

(Okay, 3 look crazy and 1 just looks scared…) (more…)

By RTF Editor B.J. Hamrick

“I’m just saying… I love you.”

Whoah. Hold up. Rewind – fast forward – anything to get me out of this awkward moment. Did Joe really just say he loved me? How did we go from football-talk to romance-talk in 3.5 seconds? How did he seriously think I was interested? (more…)

By RTF Editor B.J. Hamrick

We interrupt our usually scheduled sarcasm for this brief announcement: Three years ago, my life was forever altered by someone I didn’t know. Someone I thought didn’t exist. Someone I swore had died at birth.

Until I met him.

“Mom,” I announced .2 seconds after I laid eyes on the boy, “I’ve found the man I am going to marry.”

If this seems fast to you, imagine how my mother felt. In one brief second I went from spouting math equations like, “Singleness = happiness and marriage = bondage”, to asking, “Where’s the church and the white dress?” (more…)

For more Bare Naked Truths about why BJ’s glad she waited for the right person (Ethan, of course), go to the Bare Naked Truth Blog.

By RTF Editor BJ Hamrick

Dear BJ,

I hear a lot about people waiting to have sex until they’re married. Seriously? Where’s the fun in that?

- Just Wondering

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Like trees and their wardrobes, as cold weather arrives,

So nothing remains,

Change touches our lives.

Spring’s gentle innocence, unexplored summer air,

Fall’s changing colors,

Winters cold and bare.

Like trees in a forest, Lives rub against our own,

Each life and each tree,

Stands where it was sown.

Leaves turn as seasons do, and close knit lives may change,

Brighter colors come,

We could not arrange.

New come as old trees go, a different midnight voice,

The first autumn leaf,

Drifting down by choice.

- By Ethan Hamrick (a.k.a. BJ’s Guy)