Ah, Halloween. My kids’ favorite holiday, and the one most likely to make me pull my hair out! Happy Halloween. Eat some candy. You deserve it. This year my oldest decided he was going to be Harry Potter. Easy, right? Scarf, robe, wand, scar and glasses. Of course, his bookworm sister wanted to be Hermione….
I get it. You love him. He’s your whole world. You don’t even know what you would do without him; him, with his confidence and successes and experience and smarts and level-headedness. You are, after all, flighty; overemotional at best, a bit naive; flawed, really, and so lucky that he loves you and takes care…
I love throwing themed birthday parties for my kids. It’s my thing. So when my oldest told me he wanted a science party for his 7th birthday, I got excited. Pinterest is my friend when it comes to parties. I start a new board and pin anything and everything that seems useful or relevant. The…
Sometimes I like to fancy myself an accomplished chef who creates new and interesting dishes. I made this for lunch today; it’s a very slight twist on the classic chicken pot pie – sans pie. The Players You’ll need some cooked chicken, onion, celery, carrots, potatoes, peas, broth or bullion, water, milk, white wine, salt,…
In a world divided by class, race, politics and religion, kind-hearted people are talking a lot about privilege. White privilege, male privilege, the obvious privilege
You are made of the stuff of the stars, my dear; Of the stuff of eternity. You are born of the ages
Once again A hundred yards into the ocean; How many times Have I found myself here? Found myself. That is, after all, what happens; Difficult, impossible, Then an eagle soaring, New-grown wings. As many times as I say otherwise I have not yet found My limits. This ocean, too, I will transcend; Either I will…
Look, I wasn’t going to write anything about Josh Duggar, but I saw yet another article this morning that triggered a train of thought, and so even though this article isn’t about him per se it sort of is. Kind of. Not really. It’s more about people in general who get stuck looking for a…
I’ve always been a bookworm. I don’t remember learning how to read; by the time I was 7 I was devouring adult-level books. At about 9 I started torturing my mother on a regular basis. It went something like this: “I’ve read all the books in the house! Do we have any new ones? I…
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