The Best Way to Wake Up: Pretend You’re Six Again
This morning–before my eyes open, before the cats clamor and fuss for food, and even before coffee–my daughters bounce and squeal on the bed. “You
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This morning–before my eyes open, before the cats clamor and fuss for food, and even before coffee–my daughters bounce and squeal on the bed. “You
Today I remember an author who shaped my spirituality in my mid-twenties. During that deepest darkness of despair–when you’ve lost hope–certain written voices bring you
Sometimes I find myself having to attend meetings I don’t want to attend with people I don’t know. Sometimes I have to enter into hostile
We actually bundle up in warm coats, hats, mittens, and thick socks and boots to walk to school this morning. Two neighbors call to applaud
I have a new theory about my day: My day contains two great hours of creativity, productivity, and motivation. It all goes downhill after that.
My husband buys me a space heater as a surprise. I know it doesn’t sound very romantic. Just wait. He leaves a trail of words
I’m trying to untie a jumbled mass of a thin gold necklace from my daughter’s jewelry box. A tangled knot on the chain challenges me
First, flaxseed. Now? I’m pureeing cauliflower. I have photographic proof that I actually served cauliflower mac-n-cheese (only it wasn’t cheese; it was cauliflower). Adventures in
You know the story of sweet Jack. We found him wounded and frail with a broken tail, a cut mouth, and a missing eye. We
Last night, I attempt homemade naan (Indian flatbread). I’m learning that trying new culinary tasks–especially ones with great potential for failure–represents part of living with