I don’t know whether Pinterest has failed me or enabled me. The jury is still out. A “while” ago… (which is to say, “longer than I would like to admit….”. Pffft.) (And this is embarrassing, because what I am about to describe is “a fall harvest project from a few years ago” kinda longer.) (Uh-huh: …
So here we were this morning. The family (typically) fighting and snapping at one another—as is our usual and preferred custom on the Lord’s Day. What else would any family of six choose to do to prepare their hearts, souls and minds? I can’t even imagine. During which time, Husband reminded the children to remember …
I am suppose to write a blog piece for the Huffington Post about motherhood (for their special upcoming Mother’s Day issue in another week). And I have no idea what to write. I am a loss. There are no pearls of wisdom, no gems of gold from which others can glean sage advice. No nothing. …
Ode to Joy. Or as it is written in my daughter’s MYC piano book, “Ode to Spider Fingers.” Which has gotten me wishing for a pair of sticky fingers instead so I could steal away to a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific and empty my mind into a lagoon of salty sea water. If …
