I’ve just gotten back to blogging after an embarrassingly long absence and have spent the past few days updating plugins and deleting this and that. I have to confess I’m just a little big appalled by all the drafts I left unfinished
Does the title scare you? I had to be truthful. In the spirit of full disclosure, you need to know that this is a recipe best made on those days when your car has been stolen, or you have a flat tire, or a tree has fallen across the driveway. You know.
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I was seven that summer morning between first and second grade when I had my first taste of wooing. Danny was a quiet classmate, someone I’d smiled at once or twice and shared my reading book with on a half-dozen occasions when he couldn’t
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks back. She’s eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I’m working and
Gage follows me into the bathroom and watches while I put the brush back where it belongs. As we turn to leave, he settles his gaze on the drawer where I keep the bandaids — the boring ones, and the ones I’ve collected just for him.
It took a lot of faith to get in that car twenty-nine years ago, and drive seven hours to a town I’d never been to, with a boy I hadn’t known a year. It took all the faith I had to stand and face him, and take his hands, and promise before
I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I’m amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I’d been trying to get up the courage to try a soy
Oh, boy. I just saw how long it has been since I last posted. I should be disciplined.
What has distracted me so? Well, let’s see. I started in real estate, and … I started in real estate. That should say it all. Nothing has been as whirlwindy
This originally posted in 2011, but a new friend made it and told me so on our Twig and Feather Facebook page. So now I have to make a batch myself. Oh, the power of suggestion …
I’ve been absent all week … too sick to even get online.
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Kip is a wild girl. She’s a cat on the run. She’s a frustrating mix of need and paranoia, of “touch me” and “don’t you dare.” As a kitten, she endured my petting, because she hadn’t yet discovered she
Her name was Martha, and she was born eleven years, two months and thirty-eight days before me. She was covered by Farmers Insurance and adhered to a strict regimen of minerals and supplements; her daily dose included 300 mgs of Passionfever
Here’s a snapshot of July from a few years ago …
“Well, life on the farm is kinda laid baaaaack!”
Really? Let’s see now. How has my week gone …
Two of our goats, Bambi and Jimmy, had a touch of something or other.
Funny story. So I go out into our “orchard” the other day (Play along. Those seven trees are spectacular.) to harvest apples from our biggest tree. We planted it about twenty years ago, and it has been faithfully churning out apples ever
It’s just a bowl of oatmeal. Scotch cut; nonfat milk; a hint of real maple syrup, added in a last-second burst of indulgence. The coffee is a tad on the cool side — enough to notice; not enough to drive me from this chair. But I ground
When my daughter, Tera, was a little girl, she had a boatload of Barbies in her castle-themed bedroom, and a pink Barbie jeep. She had several big, expensive porcelain dolls — all gifts from her grandmother. She had a growing collection
I’ve been missing my dad this week, and wishing he was only a dial away. He had a way of taking the trouble out of a day, and calming all things stormy … and that’s hard to come by in this world. Here’s the post I wrote