Even the Olives
Even the olives are stuffed at my house today. The rooms overflow with family–children underfoot, waiting for a feast. Even the animals are well-fed and
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Even the olives are stuffed at my house today. The rooms overflow with family–children underfoot, waiting for a feast. Even the animals are well-fed and
I’m racing about, scrubbing floors and making beds, and my cell phone rings and rings. Who has time to chat at a time like this?
When you carefully manage your mental health like I do, a change of routine can get everything out of balance. An older, wiser mother I
Winterberry Holly This weekend, I could not help my fascination with winterberry holly. I love how vibrant the berries appear against a drab late-autumn landscape.
A high school student in my town had a problem. She didn’t know what she wanted to do for a career. So she polled everyone.
Driving through central Pennsylvania, I gaze with wonder at the work of Amish families on their farms. Through the warmth and convenience of my car,
I’m frantic about my meatballs. Extended family will dine next week on spaghetti and meatballs the day before Thanksgiving. I can’t remember what to do,
My morning begins by watching children race down the street so the speed limit monitor sign records their speed. I still haven’t had enough coffee
Right now I’m launching into my official Thanksgiving preparations. Imagine all the family driving in. Imagine the rooms to arrange, the week of activities to
Last night for Neighborhood Fitness Group, we dance our normal dances and crawl around like wild animals. But then, the children beg for “The Jump