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…
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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…
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…
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