More than ironic…
Ironic. It is 2 a.m. and I am awake. This after blogging just yesterday (actually, just hours ago) about doing … Continue reading More than ironic…
Doing more with less…
Today I am doing more with less time, less space, and, definitely, less patience. At the risk of whining, … Continue reading Doing more with less…
Breathe more deeply…
The day started exactly 39 minutes later than usual. For the second day in a row, my alarm clock failed … Continue reading Breathe more deeply…
When your love language is chocolate…
The feeling I get after Christmas baking is rather like what I experience after a successful mammogram: relief and a … Continue reading When your love language is chocolate…
Last one and done…
This afternoon I delivered the first box of Christmas chocolates — two pounds of caramel brownies, fudge, chocolate peanut butter … Continue reading Last one and done…
Domestic A.D.D. …
As I may have mentioned, this is my weekend for Christmas baking. So why did I say to myself, “Get … Continue reading Domestic A.D.D. …
Anticibaking…
Once a year, I reserve an entire three-day weekend — Saturday, Sunday, Monday — for my Christmas baking. This is … Continue reading Anticibaking…
Needing more pep…
I need to rally some personal pep. Tomorrow our football team heads to the state tournament, the first time in … Continue reading Needing more pep…
Judge less, love more…
When I headed to the health club showers, I saw that my two favorites were occupied — one by a … Continue reading Judge less, love more…
Changing the world vicariously…
Do you remember the Faberge Organics shampoo commercials from the 1980s? It boasted the simple premise of the doubling effect; … Continue reading Changing the world vicariously…
Allow and accept…
“C-C-C-Cottey, beautiful Cottey, it’s a school of which I’m sure you’ve heard before, If you get good grades, they send … Continue reading Allow and accept…
Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
It was now or never. If I didn’t get the outside Christmas lights up this weekend, I knew I wasn’t … Continue reading Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
The more we pretend to read…
I went on Facebook, saw I had a number of notifications, clicked to glance at the list, and then clicked … Continue reading The more we pretend to read…
My mother was right, of course…
This morning, my 17-year-old son was up before 7, despite having filmed the varsity football semi final and arriving home … Continue reading My mother was right, of course…
More than time…
NaBloPoMo prompt for Friday, December 6, 2013: What do you wish you had more time to do each day? Write. … Continue reading More than time…
10 minutes or less…
Since I had less (rather than more) of an idea for a blog post today, I decided to address the … Continue reading 10 minutes or less…
I love you more…
“I love you.” “I love you, too,” said my 17-year-old son, just before he opened the car door. “I know.” … Continue reading I love you more…
Crashing the Zumba party…
I’m fairly certain my Zumba instructor is part mime. A dictatorial mime. She wasn’t there to entertain. She wanted action … Continue reading Crashing the Zumba party…
All Things Work Together 
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