This year, I went digging in my own Amazon history for suggestions to share with you of great gifts for kids, for twenty dollars or less.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
If we dare to meet your eyes at this moment, it would help so much if we could see in them that you respect us – not because of what we’ve done or left undone, but because we are fellow humans going through the worst days of our lives.
Let’s say that the mister and missus are going outside to dig in the yard. Maybe she needs a new flowerbed, or maybe the septic system is acting up again. One of their two shovels is a little unwieldy; the other is the perfect size, strong and reliable, with a comfortable handle grip.
WHO GETS THE BETTER SHOVEL?
Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light
Grow whole and plump out of the broken
Push their rumpled heads out of the night
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not have needs
He maketh me to be just fine, thank you, and I have it covered
What you said did not hurt me and what you did does not make me angry
But I have a friend you could pray for, she is really having a hard time…
Here’s a recipe I’ve been working on recently, a seasoned and savory burger. Our family loves it.
My father was recently given a set of letters written by his father (now gone these fifty years and more) to a friend in the early 1940’s.
If you ever find yourself in the regions of Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario, you might consider a few places of interest along the way.
I had the joy of decorating a birthday cake for a tractor-loving nephew. Usually, cake decorating is a mix of therapy and stress. This time was pure joy.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.