Small Town, Big World (in Pictures)
I live in a town where you can take pictures of things like newborn foals. Skipped Emotion had her little one almost a week late,
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I live in a town where you can take pictures of things like newborn foals. Skipped Emotion had her little one almost a week late,
I’ll be honest. I don’t want to tell you about this flair moment, but it’s the real one for today. At the gym, I do
Victory! I figured something out: My daughter loves to swing. More than any other activity, she loves to swing. Everyday, she asks if I can
“I’m all out of flair,” I said somberly to my sister this morning. I woke up tired, cranky, and very, very uninspired. Not even more
Today I had an unusual writing task: I was to write a blessing of sorts for the doctoral and master’s students that were leaving our
“Poop? Poop? You’re writing about poop?” my youngest challenged me. “That’s gross, Mom.” Well, what can I say? I don’t always get to choose when
My five year old steals my camera whenever she can. She’s the most determined little girl when she’s setting up a shot. She’ll take pictures
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
Last night I bragged all about my blueberries, my strawberries, and even my blackberries. My dear friends, older, wiser, and experts in gardening asked if
This morning, I had a few minutes before the walk to school, so I took out my prayer journal. What did I need? What did