More Than Enough
A long time ago, a friend of mine remarked that you can see things more clearly in the late autumn and winter. She said that
(my daily blog)
A long time ago, a friend of mine remarked that you can see things more clearly in the late autumn and winter. She said that
Lately, I’ve been amazed at how loud the autumn leaves are. They crunch underfoot, and those left in the trees chatter as the wind blows.
Autumn Leaves I’m looking up into the autumn leaves, and I realize I’m watching a glorious death. These colors–this vibrant display of glory–come at the
Autumn alights on my kitchen table as neighborhood children unload this gift of leaves. We configure the apparatus: one leaf, a white sheet of paper,
Last night I took my oldest daughter to a Secret Keeper Girl event. The whole evening aims to inspire young girls to live differently in
Early this morning, as the rain drizzles down, I drive across town to a ballet studio. I’ve never in my life been anywhere near a
I shouldn’t like to watch things burn so much. Think about it: I’m taking pleasure in the disintegration of something, the dissolution of some object
You’ll never guess where I am. Just a minute ago, I arrived here by limousine to a full day makeover. But it’s not for me;
I’ve been practicing a new flair attitude. I want to admire people. Admiring somebody seems gushy and cheesy; we think about valentines or romantic movies.