More with less and less with more…
It’s back to the workaday world. The Thanksgiving holiday is over. I have had more time and done less with … Continue reading More with less and less with more…
Maybe NaBloPoMo December?
People returned to their computers yesterday, apparently, and offered me enough inspiration to write that I am considering taking the … Continue reading Maybe NaBloPoMo December?
Contemplating the end of NaBloPoMo…
It has come down to this: the last day of NaBloPoMo. (That’s National Blog Posting Month, if you’re reading for … Continue reading Contemplating the end of NaBloPoMo…
Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a creature is stirring. Except me and my cat. … Continue reading Random thoughts on this day after Thanksgiving…
Confessions of a former Black Friday shopper…
I used to get Good Friday and Black Friday confused. “Good” seemed an odd name for the Friday of Christ’s … Continue reading Confessions of a former Black Friday shopper…
Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
All my thankfulness went out of Thanksgiving when I started cooking the turkey. The first few years of my marriage, … Continue reading Breast up? I fail at Thanksgiving…
How I knew my mother loved me…
I was a latchkey kid. Daily, my sister and I biked home from school to an empty house, let ourselves … Continue reading How I knew my mother loved me…
Granny squares and gratefulness…
I was feeling unraveled this morning. I found my husband’s usual teasing banter a bit annoying but tried to be … Continue reading Granny squares and gratefulness…
The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
Thursday morning, I needed the black blow dryer, the only blow dryer that is movable at the health club. “Sure, … Continue reading The sisterhood of the traveling blow dryer…
I woke up this morning…
Yesterday, while waiting for the Yummy House to open so I could order some Chinese food for our evening meal, … Continue reading I woke up this morning…
The real fabric of our lives…
I know Cotton (yes, a capital C) calls itself “the fabric of our lives” and has been using that campaign … Continue reading The real fabric of our lives…
No accounting for taste…
“What is wrong with these people?” Granted, I asked the question somewhat joyfully, as the number of viewers of my … Continue reading No accounting for taste…
When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
It was the start of a good day. I’d exercised and mentally prepared for the day ahead of me, which … Continue reading When the day’s trouble is 6’3″…
A mere nineteen years ago…
Most people call me a saint. Nineteen years ago I married a widow and his four children. At the time, … Continue reading A mere nineteen years ago…
At a loss for words…
When my mother was first diagnosed with dementia, she had word-finding and organizational issues; now she has people-placing and event-remembering … Continue reading At a loss for words…
Focus on my father…
My husband made it a practice of naming his children only after he saw them face to face, and so … Continue reading Focus on my father…
Rants, rages on students, self…
One of my favorite tasks at school is one almost completely unrelated to my real job. It is teaching students … Continue reading Rants, rages on students, self…
Grace for each new day…
A few days ago, when I blamed blogging on my bladder, I received this comment: lol found you on Blogher … Continue reading Grace for each new day…
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