When You’re Doing Things You Don’t Want to Be Doing
I’m driving to the Department of Motor Vehicles, and I realize this is the last thing I want to be doing. But when you live
(my daily blog)
I’m driving to the Department of Motor Vehicles, and I realize this is the last thing I want to be doing. But when you live
Well, I tried. Personally, I would like to bring back the white gloves. I learn that Jackie Kennedy wore the white gloves in part because
I arrive to the elementary school with a giant turtle, Cleopatra, a fairytale queen, and a cat in tow. We merge with a Rubik’s Cube,
This morning, the snow on the trees looks just like cotton on a hot, blue-sky summer day. Cotton or Snow? I love the way
It’s snowing! We scatter about the house, looking for mittens and boots. This first snow, according to the Artist Friend, is particularly generous. It falls
Do you ever have a morning when you don’t want to get out of bed but you finally do and then you don’t want to
On the walk to school, my rurally-raised neighbor (who knows everything about the land) comments upon the beauty of various trees’ habits. She informs me
My neighbor has a gift. She’s an artist, but nobody really knows–at least we didn’t–until she began to show us all. Her drawings make me
Autumn arrives and fades so quickly. Already, some trees surrender their leaves. The weather report predicts snow for later this week. Snow! I’m never ready
As I walk in the field, I pick my way around the worst weed. The farmer tells me it’s called Velvetleaf, and, as far as