What I Don’t Want to Share
I’ll be honest. I don’t want to tell you about this flair moment, but it’s the real one for today. At the gym, I do
(my daily blog)
I’ll be honest. I don’t want to tell you about this flair moment, but it’s the real one for today. At the gym, I do
Something so small, something that takes only a few minutes, made me immeasurably happy this morning. It’s a little ridiculous, really, how happy it made
I practiced one of the oldest ways of storm forecasting today: I watched the leaves. As families hurried into church under a darkening sky this
Victory! I figured something out: My daughter loves to swing. More than any other activity, she loves to swing. Everyday, she asks if I can
“I’m all out of flair,” I said somberly to my sister this morning. I woke up tired, cranky, and very, very uninspired. Not even more
Today I had an unusual writing task: I was to write a blessing of sorts for the doctoral and master’s students that were leaving our
“Poop? Poop? You’re writing about poop?” my youngest challenged me. “That’s gross, Mom.” Well, what can I say? I don’t always get to choose when
My five year old steals my camera whenever she can. She’s the most determined little girl when she’s setting up a shot. She’ll take pictures