What You Monitor
Today my youngest cries out, “Mom, please tell me that you have not written your blog for today!” “I haven’t written my blog for today,”
(my daily blog)
Today my youngest cries out, “Mom, please tell me that you have not written your blog for today!” “I haven’t written my blog for today,”
I hate change. It makes me anxious. This morning at Saturday Morning Pancakes, my neighbor (the one who showed me the lady slipper orchid) reminds
For years and years, I’ve tried to bake with yeast. I’m rarely successful in getting my dough to rise like I want. But today, I
I’m sitting next to a stack of essays, coffee in one hand, pen in the other. As I read, I celebrate great writing with enthusiastic
I learn this morning that you can tell the age of a pine tree by its number of “whorls.” One child stops in the woods